Square dance Manas loves Wuhu

I solemnly recommend Gorky's Haiyan.

On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.

One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.

In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.

Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.

The sea ducks are also moaning-they, the sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the rumbling thunder scares them.

Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel, brave and free, flies in the bubble sea!

Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder.

Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust.

Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves.

Look, it flies like an elf,-a proud black storm elf,-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's smiling at some dark clouds, it's howling happily!

This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!

The wind roared past ... thunder roared ...

Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.

-Storm! A storm is coming!

This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:

-Make the storm worse.