The wind blew gently, like a light veil of the ancients. On this cool night, it takes away the warmth of the day in exchange for the tranquility of the moon. People love the wind, probably because of the tranquility and freedom it brings.
I stood at the top of the ancient city wall, looking at the starry sky. This city, once an ancient battlefield, has now become an ordinary ancient city. On the beacon tower, the heroic warriors are no longer there; Under the castle tower, the traces of fierce battles have also been smoothed by the years. The only thing that remains unchanged is the moon at the head of the city and the night wind.
The wind, like the sheng flute of ancient times, sings lowly. It brings freshness to the mountains and microwaves on the water. It blows through every corner of the ancient city, caressing the lines of every bluestone slab, as if telling an ancient story.
I remember that the ancients once said: "The breeze is coming, but the water is not rippling." This wind seems to carry the poetry of the ancients. It blows away the heat of summer and the hustle and bustle of the day. In this quiet evening, it brings coolness and comfort.
However, the wind also carried away a lot. It blew away the dreams of youth, the blood of youth, and even the warmth of hometown. When the years go by, when the scenery is like a dream, can we still find the innocence and beauty of the past?
I stood at the head of the city, full of thoughts. This city, this wind, this month, and this person all seem to be telling one story after another. In these stories, there are joys and sorrows, laughter and tears. But the only thing that remains unchanged is the night breeze and the bright moon.
I am reminded of the heroes of ancient times, who once waved their swords and drank under the moon, leaving behind a good story. Today, their figures have long since disappeared into the long river of history, but their stories have remained on this land forever. The wind blew softly, as if telling their bravery and tragedy.
This wind is not just a natural phenomenon. It is also a kind of emotional sustenance, a kind of testimony of the years. It has witnessed the rise and fall of the ancient city and witnessed the joys and sorrows of the people. With the thoughts of the ancients and the emotions of the present, it crosses the barriers of time and space and soothes every wounded heart.
In the cool night, I closed my eyes and let the wind blow across my cheeks. I felt as if I heard the songs of the ancients, saw their figures, and felt the long-lost tranquility and freedom. I know it's all the wind. It not only blows away the heat and noise, but also blows away the confusion and troubles in our hearts.
Finally, I would like to say: let us thank this wind, thank this month, and thank this ancient city. They have witnessed our growth and changes, and have also accompanied us through spring, autumn, winter and summer one after another. In the days to come, let us continue to leave our footprints and stories on this land, so that they can become a part of the ancient city and be passed on on this land forever.
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