The weather is hazy

In the morning, a red sun came out with a bang, splashing on the grass with dew and hanging over the people doing morning exercises. It seems to be another sunny day. About a few days ago, gloomy weather, misty clouds, diffuse smog, biting cold wind and occasional light rain made people feel depressed. Birds, animals and insects have also gone to sleep, and even people crowded under the overpass waiting for life have disappeared.

In the morning, the sun shines through the window sill, warm, looking up and dazzling. In the yard, there are many dead leaves on a poplar tree, and sparrows jump, sing and chase each other on the branches. In the sky, a group of unknown birds, sometimes east and sometimes west, change their formations, fly leisurely, sometimes hover around tall buildings, sometimes go straight into the clouds, and finally go free and easy. There are only a handful of leaves in the begonia tree, and the red begonia fruit is still full, shining with attractive light in the sun. In such a rare fine weather, I think all creatures like this warmth.

All the year round, which season do you like? Spring, birds and flowers, colorful, summer, lush trees, autumn, red mountains, winter, cold wind, white snow. Of course, each season has its own unique charm, unique scenery and elegant demeanor. Spring is full of vitality and hope, summer is hot, cool and refreshing, autumn is colorful, winter is depressed and snowflakes are enchanting.

I like that in the cold season, the sun shines suddenly one day, which may be the psychology of meeting the rain after a long drought. Nature's face is sunny, rainy, cold and warm. It is in this environment that everything and life are tempered with toughness and full resistance, and this beautiful world can be created.

After a few days of gloom and depression, there was no wind and rain, and the tree stood quietly. Look, the stubborn leaves, though yellow, are still firmly rooted in the mother's body and reluctant to leave. Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud can protect flowers better, and it really is. In the cold wind, chrysanthemums are still noble and colorful, and autumn colors should be extended to the world.

I often think of the days when I was a child, when there was no heating or air conditioning. We wear cotton-padded jacket boots in winter, and our hands are frozen every year. In order to keep warm, the teacher took us to collect firewood in the wild. Cotton branches, roots and branches are piled up behind the classroom. They were lit up during the break. Everyone stood around, toasting and stamping their feet, regardless of the smoke in the house, just seeking temporary warmth. Whenever the weather gets warmer and the sun shines, people always cheer. After class, everyone rushed out of the classroom just to bask in the sun and warm their cold hands.

When winter comes and summer goes, the sunshine remains the same. People have entered middle age from teenagers. What remains unchanged is their feelings and expectations for the sun. A flower is a world, a tree is a floating life, a grass is a day, a leaf is a Buddha, a sand is a blessing, a pure land, a smile is a dust, and a peaceful mind. The years are quiet, everything is fine, and the sunshine is warm.