The winter sunshine, filtered out the temper of the wind and fire, slowly flowed in, wonderful and soft, the light filled with the pulse of love. I squinted and let the sunlight caress me, feeling so soft and slippery. Immersed in this caress, warmth grew shallowly from the bottom of my heart.
The sunlight is as white and light as a goose feather, dressing the entire study into a fairy tale world, the sun on the books, clothes, the space has a kind of magnolia fragrance filled with the sweet fragrance and the mellow tea, murmuring in the air. I sat silently by the computer, lest I disturb that peaceful mood. Some floating dust is now dancing in the sunlight, fluttering up and down, like a butterfly in the flower. The sunlight a hint of a thread of colorful silk, combined into a beam of colorful light. I put my hand out, trying to catch the charming colors, let it float down on the hand, scooped up in the palm of the hand, just a handful of bright light as bright as the moon. Through the sunlight on the back of the hand, a red, crystal clear, as if it has been cleansed of the dregs of the world. I used my hand to tease the light, such as a child playing with the flower line, the line is constantly turning out new patterns in the hand, the state of mind is also like the flower line generally bloom colorful flowers.
Outside the window, a three-cornered rose is in full bloom, and it completely stretches out its body, completely submerged in the winter sunshine. The branches and leaves, must have been carefully prepared for a whole winter, a branch and a leaf are blooming with the glorious color of life. Its bright red color, is a cluster of burning red passion, it is the closest to the sun's branches, half-open and half-closed, is open and closed hands, for the sun high-five cheer? Or is it just the lips that are passionately kissing the beloved sunshine?
The sunlight sprinkled on my body, jumping slightly. I'm with the sunshine, the sunshine of the fragrance of the breath, breathe in, but do not realize the drunkenness of their own. I want to sleep with this kind of sunshine! So lazy slightly narrowed eyes, take all the sunshine into the arms, peacefully nap. The sunlight gently patted me on the back, like coaxing a baby to sing a heavenly tune, and brought me into a rose-like dream.
Waking up from my nap, the pink roses broke up and I returned to my study. At this time, the sun was still lingering, with a yellowish hue that meant something. The study is still open. Lift your eyes to look out the window, the blue sky, white clouds faintly scrolling, across the sycamore tree that only dry branches, stretching out the dry thin branches, holding the sunlight, standing head high. It needs to save sunlight, I think, the long winter, those stored warmth will bring it rose-like dreams.
The Creator has always skillfully arranged the cold and warmth of the world, and in the harsh winter, people always complain about the cold and gloomy winter. In fact, winter is not often this warm sunshine? Just we do not care to ignore, close the window, let the sunlight in vain from the side. As long as you open that window, let the sunshine stay, stored in the heart, the world is bound to be sunny, full of warmth. Suddenly I remembered the latter line of a poem: "As long as the sunlight is stored in the heart, the winter will no longer be cold and the whole world will no longer be dark." Yes, take advantage of this bright ringing sunshine, open your heart and store the sunshine.