Throwing through the warmth of spring, experiencing the scorching heat of summer, bidding farewell to the nobility of autumn, and welcoming the brilliance of winter...
The sound of "tick-tick-tack-tack" rain, hooked It aroused my desire for the winter sunshine. Although, the sunshine in winter is not as fierce as summer, not as warm as spring, and not as charming as autumn. However, it has a unique taste, it is warm, soft, and delicate... Like a cup of coffee that is bitter yet sweet, like the rainbow after the storm, like a bridge on the edge of the cliff, like you The strange-flavored beans in my heart...
This morning, the sky cleared up. The morning sun is like a naughty child, playing hide and seek with me; like a new daughter-in-law who has just left home, shyly and half-hidden, walking on the winding path in the woods, the sunlight shines through the gaps between the trees. The woods seemed infinitely harmonious; when it shone on me, a warmth immediately flowed into my heart; when it shone on the earth, it shed a bright and warm sunshine. The sunlight in the woods is not uniform, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Fan Ling. The pale yellow and green leaves alternately reflect the bits and pieces of sunlight, and outline a beautiful picture.
While walking forward, there is a quiet stream beside the secluded path. The water is not deep, and you can clearly see the sand, gravel, small fish and shrimp at the bottom of the stream. The stream flows lazily, and the stream is quiet, like a bright mirror, clearly reflecting the blue sky, white clouds, and deep trees; the stream is alive, with layers of scaly waves rising in the wind, accompanied by The jumping sunshine, accompanying my heart, is chasing and playing; the stream is soft, cold and windy, with ripples, like a silk ribbon fluttering in the wind. Standing by the stream, looking at the distant mountains in winter, looming under the kiss of mist, I feel very peaceful and fresh. But I saw that the water of the stream was crystal clear and green, and the warm sunshine shone on the surface of the stream, shining like gold, like thousands of small fish jumping.
The light blue sky and a touch of pale red sunset dyed the western half of the sky red, dyed the faint distant mountains on the treetops red, and dyed a few misty clouds red, showing a Orange, pink and vermilion; there are still many thin beams of light scattered from the edges.
On the way home, I was accompanied not only by the sound of my strolling footsteps, but also by the beauty in the west that captured my heart - the setting sun. Although the setting sun in winter is not as colorful as the rising sun in summer, it still emits thousands of rays of rays of light before it falls below the horizon. The setting sun shines on the roof, seeming to coat it with a layer of gold. When it shines on the lake, there are layers of red waves on the lake; the setting sun hides in the thick clouds, as if they are rimmed with gold. The sunset gradually set, and she looked at the earth affectionately, as if saying goodbye to it. Gradually, gradually, the setting sun disappeared, leaving only the pale red clouds floating in the sky, like a fairy, walking in the sky wearing a pink gauze skirt.
Ah, it turns out that the sunshine in winter is so beautiful and mysterious; so gorgeous and colorful; so intoxicating and endlessly memorable...
I love the sunshine in winter, but it will not be the coolest thing in summer. , no less than the warmth and splendor of spring, no less than the noble romance of autumn, she has a unique beauty and a superior style