风,轻轻地,吹拂着那五彩的世界。“呼呼呼”,风儿在给小草挠痒痒。“沙沙沙”,风儿在撩动柳树的头发。“哗啦啦”,风儿在拨动小河的琴弦。我来到田野里。风儿兴奋地发出“呼呼”声,像是正在奋力奔跑的运动员。蟋蟀被风逗乐了,高兴地从这片叶子蹦到那片叶子上。美丽的蝴蝶正亲吻着一朵盛开的喇叭花,风在它身后调皮地一叫,把它吓了一跳。风得意地“呼呼”笑了。 Wind, gently, blowing the colorful world. “Whirring call”, the wind is tickling the grass. “Rustle”, the wind is tearing the Willow's hair. “Crashed”, the wind is pulling the strings of the river. I came to the field. Wind excitedly issued a “whirring” sound, like the athletes are struggling to run. The cricket was amused by the wind, happily jumping from the leaf to the leaf. Beautiful butterfly is kissing a blossoming daffodil, the wind called it naughty behind it, it shocked. Wind proudly “whirring” laughed.