在故乡 的日子里，那南来的风是催开枕上泪水之花的思念。而今，又承受到故乡风的抚摸 ，昔日的亲情重新发芽 。甜甜的风中，我几乎睡着了。
风，是故乡的摇篮。草长莺飞 ，花开花落，无不受惠于风的恩泽 。人们告诉我：故乡的风是有颜色的。
春天的风是绿的，绿满枝头 ，绿遍山川，绿透原野。春姑娘乘着绿风翩翩起舞，款款而来 。她唤醒小草 ，小草披上翠状妆；她轻抚大地，打底盖上绿被。暖痒痒的绿风，勾起一个希望之春。而主宰那春的画轴的 ，便是风中农夫农妇们早起的身影 。
夏天的风是红的。红的花，红的果，红的太阳，红的晚霞。红色充满力量 ，它一头挑着希望，一头挑着收获，一直吹进农民的心房 。这是燃烧的季节 ，是热烈的日子。每一滴汗水都饱蕴着红色的渴望。看，头顶烈日辛劳一天的村民，端一把竹椅 ，对一排碧树，贪看彩霞满天、牧童横笛 、牛羊归家。这时，风来了 ，夏风，没有春风的温情脉脉，没有秋风的凉爽怡人 ，也没有冬风的肆掠狂暴，却自有其独特的韵味 。只要有那么一点风儿在树尖嬉戏，就很吊人胃口。更有大风疾来，树枝狂舞 ，你是宁可让风抬走也要让它吹个够的。它为你舔干汗滴，拂去灰尘，驱散一天的疲劳 。炎热中 ，一阵风便是一个春天。
秋风是黄色的。风过处，便涂抹出金黄的田园、金黄的季节、金黄的收获 。沉甸甸的果实在风中摇拽欢笑，辛勤的主人脸上也乐开了花。田野里 ，禾场上，到处是忙碌的人群，一串串歌声在金黄的秋风中荡漾。
冬天的风呢？当然是白色的 。白风凛咧 ，白凤考验意志。当别人瑟缩在家里围着火炉的时候，农人们并没有休息。顶着刺骨的寒风，他们又开始拦堰筑坝 ，为下一年抗旱排涝做好准备 。还有，小麦要越冬，种子要防寒 ，这一切 ，都是需要农人们照顾的。于是，白风起处，飘来一场雪花 ，为麦子盖上一层绒被，难怪农民们要说：“瑞雪兆丰年”喽！
In the days of hometown, the wind in the south is the thoughts of urging the flowers of tears on the pillow. Today, with the touch of the hometown, the past family is re-sprouting. In the sweet wind, I almost fell asleep.
The wind is the cradle of the hometown. The grass grows, the flower blossoms, there is no benefit of the wind. People tell me: The wind of the hometown is color.
Spring wind is green, green, green, green, green, wilderness. The spring girl danced in the green wind, and the money is coming. She wakes up the grass, the grass is covered with the green makeup; she caressing the earth, and the bottom is green. Warm-itching green wind, evoke a spring of hope. And the painting of the spring, it is the god of the wind farmers.
The wind in the summer is red. Red flower, red fruit, red sun, red sunset. The red is full of power, it is a hopes, and a harvest is picked up, and it has been blowing into the farmers' atrial. This is the season of burning, is a warm day. Every sweat is full of red desires. Look, the top of the thirteen's life is a bamboo chair, and the bamboo chair is full of blue trees, greed. At this time, the wind, Xia Feng, there is no warmth of the spring breeze, there is no cool and unreasonable in the autumn wind, and there is no windfall of the winter, but there is a unique charm. As long as there is a little bit of wind playing in the tree, it is very stomach. There is a big wind, the branches are dancing, you are rather so that the wind is also allowed to blow enough. It drops to you, dust, dust, disappeared. In hot, a gust is a spring.
Autumn wind is yellow. The wind is placed, and the golden pastoral, golden season, golden harvest. The heavy fruit is laughing in the wind, and the hard master is also happy. In the field, on the field, it is a busy crowd, a string of songs in the golden autumn wind.
What is the wind in winter? Of course it is white. White wind, Bai Feng test will. When someone else hopes at home, the peasants did not have a rest. The top of the blessing cold, they started to build dams, prepared for the next year's drought drought. Also, wheat should be in winter, the seeds should be cold, all of which requires farmers to take care of. So, the white wind is placed, and a snowflake is covered with a wheat.The last layer of velvet, no wonder the peasants must say: "Ruixue Zhaofeng Year"!Oh, spring and summer, autumn and winter, the hometown is always, there are always four seasons of passion!
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