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我爱家乡的风，
它是如此温和却清冽，
像一个优雅的女子却又那般自由刚烈，
你绝不知道，它是如此真性情啊！
我爱家乡的风，
它从不言语，
不问是非对错，
不问是何为何？
它只是它自己，却又包容万物。
我爱家乡的风，
它与那片竹林，
承载着我儿时的梦。
每次不经意造访，
见他们耳鬓厮磨，怎忍轻易打扰？
只是，
无心作别，
却要离去...
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A poem for my hometown
Cara.yen
I love the wind of my hometown.
She is so cool and gentle , just like an elegant lady but so tough and free!You never know, It's her true self.
I love the wind of my hometown.
She never speak, she doesn't care about right or wrong, she never ask what or why , she is just herself and love all beings.
I love the wind of my hometown.
It's a beautiful picture while she was dancing in the bamboo forest, I enjoyed it when I was a child. I am always afraid to disturb them when she was playing with the bamboos. Silly me!
However,I wanna stay, but it's time to leave. I have to go, my friend...
