Warm sunshine in winter

The warm sunshine in winter 1 the warm and soft wind in spring makes everything full of vitality, and makes the mountains and rivers colorful and magical; The rain in summer is cool and rapid, which makes the vegetation more lush, and the rainbow after the rain is more wonderful and beautiful. The air in autumn is the purest and freshest, and its significance can only be revealed if you climb high and see far. Autumn fruit is fragrant and its beauty is mature. I like to enjoy the warm sunshine alone in winter.

The sunshine in winter is so kind and natural that it nourishes our hearts and makes people cherish it. Abandon the cold winter, open your heart and let your body and mind calm down. In the warm sunshine in winter, we can also experience the gorgeous spring sunshine, the blazing summer sunshine and the bright autumn sunshine. The warm sun in winter is a gift from heaven, without any violence or arrogance. Its friendliness relaxes our mood and makes us more energetic. I like the warm sunshine alone in winter.

Snowflake is the most beautiful flower in winter, which makes the world look like a beautiful flower. The winter sun shines through the thin clouds and sheds golden light. The sky and the earth complement each other like a wonderful landscape painting. The children were very happy, playing and laughing in the snow. They are a group of messengers of spring. In that sheltered place, the old people chatted with their families and enjoyed the warm sunshine in winter with satisfaction. This touch of touch made me understand how comfortable and precious it is to bathe in the warm winter sun and wash away distractions in the sunny corner.

The winter morning is very cold, and the cold wind blows from north to south, blowing on the face like a knife. The sun is afraid of cold and is wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes, so the light it emits is not so strong. The faint sunshine shines on the snow, bringing us a pure world. Several farmers, pushing tricycles and loaded with spinach, came in the wind. I was moved by their supportive and encouraging eyes. It is not easy to share weal and woe and advance and retreat together. But what is even more incredible is that when you are rich and prosperous, you can still keep Do not forget your initiative mind.

The warm sun in winter dispels the fear of chasing us in the cold and sublimates our fear of shrinking. Outside the window, it is ice and snow. Fortunately, the sun is warm in winter. No, the basin of asparagus on the balcony, under the transmission of warm sunshine, is full of full of green, with an unyielding temperament in elegance, as soft as gauze and as tall and straight as bamboo. Thanks for the warm sunshine in winter, I hope that the warmth will still fill the windows tomorrow.

The warm sun in winter is a bit more quiet and desolate, but it is forbearance and concession, and it is the precipitation and savings of hope. I leaned against the window and looked at the footsteps of spring. It soothes everything with smiles and longings, and tomorrow is spring.

Young people like to think about the future, while old people like to recall the past. I can't remember who said this sentence, and I can't remember the original words, but the general meaning is this. Although I am not an old man, I always like to recall the past, especially the good times of my childhood. My friend asked me to write an article about winter. When I want to write, the first thing I think of is this scene:

On the street in the village, under the wall facing the sun, or several old farmers squatting or standing smoking, several children are playing the game of "jumping money" there. Not far from them, whose cow is lying there, chewing slowly, and the calf is jumping happily in the sun. It used to be cold in winter, but in my memory, those people and things were immersed in the winter sunshine, so warm and comfortable.

I often recall this scene, and every time I think about it, my heart is warm. However, since I came to live in the city, there is heating every winter, and the room is really warm, so I am too lazy to go out. Every weekend, I study writing at home, almost never leaving home. Sometimes I suddenly feel stupid and want to go outside to find a sunny place to bask in the sun, but then I think, if I stand still under a wall in the city for a long time, what will others think of me? Will there be some strange ideas? Thinking of this, I have to give up this stupid idea. Later at home, I also found a place to bask in the sun, that is, on the balcony. When I am not writing on weekends, I often move the rattan chair to the balcony, and then put myself in it gently and comfortably, so that the warm sunshine in winter can gently hit me. Sometimes, I will read a novel slowly in the sun, sometimes I will read poetry slowly, sometimes I will close my eyes and think about the novel I am writing, sometimes I will listen to Beijing opera, and sometimes I just sit there quietly and do nothing. At this time, I think sunshine is no longer invisible, but something with texture. I was immersed in it, feeling the sunshine like a warm and soft little hand stroking my whole body. It often doesn't take me long to fall asleep as sweetly as a lazy cat.

Now, it's lunch break, and the noisy campus lies quietly in the winter sunshine. I gave up my short lunch break today, went to the office, made a cup of tea, turned on the computer, and started writing this essay about winter while listening to my favorite erhu song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon". The warm sunshine caressed my body through the window pane, and the tearful "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" flowed into my heart like a sweet spring, while my fingers danced slowly on the keyboard and typed this essay. Of course, I hope my essay can bring a little warmth to readers in the cold winter. If so, I am very satisfied.

Snowflakes in the sky are scattered with the wind, reflecting the bright sunshine.

When the school bell rang, I rode my bike and ran out of the campus, as if there was something urgent. I went directly to the newsstand and bought the most popular books and periodicals in my class recently. Far away, I saw the vague shadow of the newsstand in the snow, and immediately stepped on the accelerator to accelerate. Park your bike next to the newsstand, turn around and cross the steps, walk into the newsstand, flip through a few pages and pick the latest issue.

It's the kind old woman who sells books-her hair is gray, her temples are gray, her face is covered with ravines, but she has a trademark smile. The winter sunset shone on her face, and she grinned, and the radian of her mouth was printed in my heart, which was very warm.

I reached into my pocket, groped around in my pocket, and my thoughts crawled around in my memory-my money was thrown in the classroom in a hurry. I frowned, flushed and at a loss. Grandma seemed to see through my mind, grinned and said, "Little girl, come and buy it tomorrow, and I will definitely keep it for you." I smiled and agreed.

The next day, ten minutes before school, my heart had already flown out of the window, and my exercise book seemed to be blank. I kept writing, putting pen to paper, writing, putting pen to paper ..... I thought to myself: I can finally buy a book I miss. I reached into my pocket again, for fear that I had forgotten my money again. I'm ready to start. As soon as the school bell rings, I'll pick up my bike and have a race with a look forward to it. I rode my bike at a high speed, leaving deep marks on the snow. Suddenly, a puppy jumped out of the side, and I quickly braked. Fortunately, the puppy ran away safely. The bike left it next to me, and I was the only one standing in the snow for miles in Fiona Fang, with my legs shaking.

It's getting dark and the setting sun is gradually setting. It seems to be struggling to keep the treetops, and seems to be waiting for something. Look at your watch-it's 6 o'clock! I just remembered that I have work to do! I feel uneasy: it's so late and cold, will grandma wait for me?

When I walked into the newsstand, the incandescent lamp was still on, very bright and gave me a little warmth. Grandma sat on a cane chair, rubbing her hands with each other. When she saw me coming, she stood up at once and handed me the latest issue of books and periodicals with a smile. Her smile remained the same and she said kindly, "Well, this is your book. Someone just bought it, but I didn't give it. " Moved, welled up in my heart, incandescent light lit up her integrity.

The setting sun in winter pours on the newsstand, which is a harmonious and beautiful scenery. Warm and calm in my heart, only honesty is spreading.

In early winter, the sun is rustling. The leaves are gone, and the brilliance is gone, leaving only the blue swaying branches. Season after season of sadness and joy, it is difficult to hide the symphony of reincarnation, the sky is shining and crystal clear, and the smile is as good as ever. The winter is getting more and more gorgeous, the sky is always so clear, the color of tile blue is clear in the eyes, reaching the bottom of my heart, and suddenly there is a feeling of moving and inexplicable shock.

The cloud uses its charming dance to render the exquisiteness of the sky. The wind is not so cold, blowing gently, with its unique breath, stirring between heaven and earth. The wind is a child in winter, playing in his mother's spoiled arms, jumping, running, rolling, singing and singing happily all the time. Occasionally, a bird flies by, and its vigorous posture and crisp sound dye out the unique tranquility of winter. The tranquility of a city is boiling in its momentum of soaring into the sky. At this time, winter has its unique interest in my eyes. No longer sad and lonely. I walked all the way through the prosperity of spring and felt the euphemism of winter. The next morning, it snowed. This year's snow seems eager and warm, and it came without any warning. Like an old friend after a long separation, with the dust coming back, I suddenly feel at a loss and sad. Soothing music, fragrant herbal tea, sitting alone, quietly looking out the window, full of flying flowers, half-window infatuation, surprise and joy came into view instantly, my heart was pounding and enjoying the throb brought by the first snow. From a distance, the sky and the earth seem to be one. Everywhere you look, snowflakes fly freely, like silk, falling from the sky and crashing into your eyes. Stunning touch can't lock your eyes, but it won't go away, and your heart is slightly smoked. It seems that something is knocking at the door of the heart, and it is like a treasure. Suddenly, it seems like a lifetime ago, like a lifetime ago. That charming charm fell from the sky.

The overwhelming snow finally stopped, and the world was crystal clear, shining with dazzling light everywhere. Lying in bed, my 80-year-old father suddenly asked me to help him look outside. At this moment, I am very excited. Father didn't get up and move for a long time, staring at his thin face, and the slight pain spread in his heart. I know that my father is dying, and the years' meat cutters are ruthlessly engraved on his face, with traces of old age. However, faced with the cruel passage of time, I feel helpless and sad every day, and I can't leave his old man's face in the past.

I smiled at my father, trying to hide the sadness in my eyes. Dad, do you want to go for a walk? Father nodded slightly, and the wrinkles on his face stung my eyes in the shaking. Well, I should say that you haven't been out for a long time. The weather is fine today, and the air is fresh after the snow. Going out for air is good for your health. Wait a minute, I'll go out and get ready. Turned out of the house, came to the front of the house to tidy up a clean place, which can block the north wind and bask in the sun, facing south and facing north, suitable for enjoying the snow scene here, and moved in a chair. I knew that my father was afraid of the cold and seemed to burn out the lamp oil, so he spread a thick cushion on the chair. Turn around and enter the house, put on a warm down jacket and a thick hat for dad, and bend over and gently put on his shoes. Carefully helped his dying father step by step to the door. It snowed for the first time outside, and the sunshine was warm, just like waking up. Father sat in a chair, squinting slightly, and I stood by, watching the silence after the snow, and Tao walked away. Suddenly I remembered a little story about my father making a snowman for me when I was a child. My heart jumped suddenly and an idea came to my mind: Dad can make a snowman for me. Why can't I do such a thing for my father? Thinking of this, I took off my coat, picked up a shovel and smiled at my father: "Dad, how about making a snowman?" Dad looked in a daze, just smiled for a while and said in a trembling voice, "OK, let's have a big snow." In this sentence, I instantly petrified there, with water mist in my eyes. The clearly extinguished past lit up the deep sea of memory, carved the warm appearance of the old days, and let those beautiful plots stretch in the heavy snow, whistling through the door of memory.

I clearly remember that when I was a child, I was particularly fond of crying, noisy and grinding. I still don't understand why it was so inconvenient when I was a child. Probably related to hunger. In the barren years, food and clothing were hard to meet at that time. I remember when my mother was alive, she often told me about her childhood. Life was particularly hard at that time. I was born in cold winter, with heavy snow and cold weather. In that era of lack of food and clothing, my birth surprised my parents Looking at me as big as a sick cat, I was malnourished, and the joy between my parents' brow was replaced by a gloomy cloud. How can my mother's poor milk feed my sick cat in times of hunger? Fortunately, at this time, one of my neighbor's goats was born. In order not to let me starve to death, my kind neighbor sent the sheep to my house. In this way, I survived under the feeding of goat milk, but without breast milk, I was still weak and sick and cried day and night. At first, the joy of a girl growing up satisfied her parents and broke their hearts.

I still remember the winter when I was eight years old, when the snow was so heavy and the weather was so cold. One person's deep snow makes the north drop into ice, and the year is approaching. At this time, I suddenly got seriously ill, had a high fever, coughed and was unconscious. It was difficult to buy an antipyretic at that time. Watching me dying, everyone shed tears. Only my father carried me firmly, rushed into the waist-deep snow, trudged hard and carried me to the commune more than ten miles away. My mother crawled behind her, forgot the cold and fatigue, and persisted in saving their precious daughter. Every step is so firm and selective.

I'm in a coma. A kind neighbor touched my stiff body and advised my father to give up! The child was dying, and the father had no tears in his eyes. He walked forward firmly. Many neighbors opened the way with shovels in their hands. After shopping for more than two hours, I was finally taken to the hospital. When the doctor took me away from my father, my father couldn't speak. He fell to the ground, which moved the doctor at that time. After the doctor's all-out rescue, there were finally signs of life, and there was cheers in the corridor. At that moment, my parents burst into tears, collapsed and broke down. At that time, the doctor said that although I was thin and small, my vitality was particularly tenacious. My serious illness was the worst pneumonia at that time. At that time, medical care was limited, and few small lives survived this catastrophe, and I was the miracle of life. At that time, the best anti-inflammatory drug was penicillin, and the hospital didn't have enough medicine for patients. The dean specially approved that I can use it to recuperate and leave the hospital. I clearly remember the pain and fear of using penicillin. At that time, I had a small needle without infusion, three times a day, and my thin ass was unrecognizable, scarred and red, and my mother gave me hot water. I still remember that pain in my heart now. Taking injections every day has become my torture. Many patients take out delicious food to make me happy. In this way, after spending the New Year in the hospital, I recovered day by day and can go out to play alive.

Dad took me out, and the thick snow made me happy. I cheered and shouted for my father to make a beautiful snow white. The father said yes, as long as the daughter likes it. Two generations, one big and one small, forgot the cold and piled up in full swing. Soon a snowman taller than me stood in front of me with black eyes and a red nose. It was so beautiful and lifelike that I laughed, cried and jumped. I don't know when, my father made a round frame, swept a clearing in the snow, sprinkled tortilla chips, and then supported the round frame with a stick. A long rope is tied to the stick. My father and I quietly hid behind the snowman and watched the domestic birds foraging there. At this time, my father opened his eyes and pulled up the rope with lightning speed, so the domestic bird was detained inside. Father pulled me to the edge of the round frame and put his hand in, not much. I'm overwhelmed with excitement. My mouth watered when I looked at this delicious dish. My father dragged me to the hospital cafeteria. My aunt, who cooked, knew me, caressed my head, took the domestic bird and put it in the fire. In a flash, the canteen was filled with meat. I can't wait to eat it in my mouth. This desire is so strong and obsessed. Until now, as long as I recall the past at that time, I still clearly remember that fragrance, which I will never forget.

Birds, birds, suddenly listening to my father's trembling cry, woke me up from a dream of memories, raised my eyes, and a group of domestic birds jumped and sang in the open space in front of me. Their small bodies bring life to this silent snow. Looking back at my father, I saw that his walnut-patterned face gradually slowed down because of surprise, and his muddy eyes gradually glowed. I haven't seen my father so full of energy for a long time, and my depressed heart was washed away instantly. The cheerful mood makes my heart very happy. I turned back to the house, took some cakes, went back to my father, crushed the cakes and scattered them evenly on the ground, where birds pecked. The warm picture is like a beautiful scenery, accompanying my father to find distant memories and the past. ...

I was moved. I squatted on my father's knee, grabbed his dead hand and held it gently. I pray silently in my heart, hoping that my father can live a long and healthy life, and I hope that the world can show more care and love to these old people and repay their children's love as much as possible. I said to myself, dad, you raise me young and I raise you old. You will grow up with me, and I will grow old with you ...

At this time, the sun is shining and the warmth shines on my body, and my father's face is getting red. I suddenly feel that time has passed and this kind of kinship is getting deeper and deeper. Years and rings leave us too many things worth remembering and tasting. Although the years are ruthless, true love will never forget. I hope to be your daughter in the afterlife and dare not forget each other!

In the early morning of winter, I wake up dimly. Through the glass window, the winter sunshine is outside, just like the green radish around you, flowing freely in the sunshine. I close my eyes and feel your powerful aura, as if I smell your fragrance. The forecast said there would be a strong wind today, but the wind didn't come, and it was still as warm as your chest. I am intoxicated in the warm winter sun.

Today, I took a day off, bid farewell to the fatigue and sadness of a week, got up and leaned against the computer, wrote an article, and stopped wandering. After breakfast, I took your hand and wandered in the street. What is beautiful is not the winter scenery, but the intoxicating sunshine in winter.

I like the school playground in the winter sunshine best. The cold ground seems to be covered with frost. Under the sunlight, it has lost its former appearance. Run around under your cover and feel your unique fragrance. There is a taste, a unique taste, and only in this season will there be a fragrance. The runway is like your arm, you can't get out of your paradise. Tired, lie down, close your eyes and think, with your kiss, full of joy, melt in this winter sunshine. Dead branches and bare branches are swaying in the cold wind, screaming at will, and the desolation of the earth seems to be telling. Winter has annihilated conscience and mercilessly obliterated green life, leaving only devastation, yellow and loneliness here, doomed to destruction. Only I seem to be embraced by the sun, enjoying all the warmth and radiant face.

Sometimes, there will be small couples walking hand in hand through the huge playground and passing through the circles of sweet words and loving children. What is beautiful is not the picture, but the warm sunshine and warmth shining in each other's hearts and endless love for you. Sometimes parents will take their children to play and have fun on the grass. In this winter, because of you, children will go out and enjoy the warmth of this prosperous time, which is rare in winter and spring. Sometimes, old couples walk slowly across the ground with white hair and frost. In the sun, they walked hand in hand all their lives. They have been gentle and affectionate all their lives. In the sun, they continue to walk with you. Although it is winter, the sunshine is still warm, just like I have accompanied you through countless cold winters in my life. I am the warmest sunshine in your cold.

Leaving the playground, I stepped out of the sunshine step by step. The sunshine in winter reflects the cloudy sky in winter, just like a hot rose in my heart, which opens my ignorant heart and makes me see the bright beam behind the darkness and the most beautiful sun in the cold. Along the roadside, I am like a happy child, skipping and chasing my own shadow from time to time, carefree, as if I were a child again. I closed my eyes, opened my arms and kept spinning, enjoying the warm sunshine, breathing the cool air, spinning, spinning, and returning to my irreversible childhood.

Sunshine is quiet, wandering all the way, singing all the way, chasing foraging sparrows in the winter sunshine, stepping on a few dead leaves left in winter, rustling and beating the cold in winter. In such a sunny afternoon in winter, there is no trouble or pressure at work. Walking in the warm sunshine in winter with a relaxed and happy mood, everything is leisurely, quiet and safe.

In fact, no matter how cold the weather is and how bad the environment is, as long as you have a warm heart and a warm feeling, like the warm sunshine this winter, you will still be happy. The green radish on the windowsill is getting greener and cuter, adding a touch of green to the dull and monotonous winter. Sunshine is still the same, warmth is still the same, happiness is still the same, and I am still the same.

The sunshine on Saturday is brighter than before, and the mood is brighter now.

Compared with the autumn rain in late autumn, the weather in early winter makes people feel a little warm in the intermittent winter sunshine.

The sun shone through the window and spilled warmth into the room. The orchids on the floating window seem to be much greener in the sun than before.

The room is much brighter in sunny days than in autumn. A person, after eating a late breakfast at the weekend, quietly idles in a sunny space. In the past, time was in a hurry, but now it has drifted away in the autumn wind in the green countryside. Silent, no interference. If there is no sound on the radio beside you, it sends a distant message and quietly squeezes out the silence.

This happy moment, a person in this sunny winter, relax often nervous body and mind, quietly enjoy the sunshine and leisure. A person, a person in a room, a person carefree, away from work and noise, do not have to walk, let the mind wander in the sunny space. The early winter wind blowing in the sun is the dance of this kind of thought.

I haven't enjoyed such a sunny day for a long time. I can't help but recall that many years ago, when the countryside was slack in autumn and winter, friends who played together and went to school could wander aimlessly in the yard and bathe in the sunshine lazily on such weekends or afternoons. In front of the village, behind the village and on the ditch, I will shuttle through the fallen leaves, step on the yellow leaves and enjoy the sunshine, and the trees standing upright in the wind will hold their heads high in the wind.

Good old days and carefree childhood have all become good memories in my heart. Whenever I think of them in my spare time, my heart will always overflow with faint sweetness.

The sunshine in winter is always warm and gentle. Find a leeward corner, a stool, a brick and a cushion on a sunny day, which is a leisure time. You can be alone at the moment like me, you can also invite friends to chat and brag, and you can even bring a deck of poker and enjoy the sunshine.

Time quietly flows through the years, and the years quietly carve traces on the forehead of once infinite youth. The sunshine in winter is still so bright and warm, bathed in the sunshine in early winter, the mood is no longer carefree, but more relaxed and carefree.

The winter sunshine is slowly moving to the west from the window, and the indoor sunshine is gradually fading. I know the sunshine is just pacing on the outer wall. The sunshine in my heart has been warming gently. The voice on the radio around me still sends information from a distance. Quietly enjoy the warm sunshine in winter and feel the leisurely time on weekends …