The wind It's windy today.The wind is so strong and trees are almost knocked down . You barely could stand still while you are walking,and you can actually feel hurts on your face. Somehow I like this extreme wheather.It feels like the whole world is shaking and strange things will happen. When I was 15,I had a dream.I stood near a cliff.The wind was blowing.Then the wind began to spinning, suddenly it turned into a man.It was a romance story with a sad ending.He couldn't transform into a real person,and at last he said,"I will be the wind ,always by your said.When you feel the blowing,that's me.When your hairs feel the breeze,that's me who gently touching your face ." Since then,I think wind is a kind of life form.Maybe it's the soul of earth.Maybe it's telling stories in wind language.No matter what, this wind whisper is so sorrowful and every time it blows I want to cry.