Introduction: winter once again ran out of the turned calendar, with snow, and gloomy days, spreading and sweeping. Here are 3 narrative essays on winter warmth that I am sharing with you!
Article 1: The Warmth of Winter
In winter, everything gets thinner and drier. There are fewer dogs in packs on the road, so the dog in front of me stands out. Its ribs are visible, and its pure black coat, completely devoid of luster, lies in disarray on its body. Hungry and wrapped in a thick down coat, he shivered in the cold wind. The wind was in such a hurry that it was too late to sympathize, and it shed all its load-dry leaves, fine dust, wet moisture. The bark of the trees dried and cracked in its northward march. Branches flailing upward, a black plastic bag wrapped in the treetops for an unknown period of time, always think that it is a dying crow, will be at some point "ga" cried out and fell headlong ......
The sun is like a thin red paper sticker. in the sky, emitting breathless light and equally breathless heat. "Achoo!" I sneezed again for who knows how many times today, writing my homework at my desk, the sun and people ****ing sick together in this hellish season.
"Hope, you're too thinly dressed, add another shirt." Mother came over and gently put down a cup of warm white water on the table, "Drink some more hot water. You're so old and you don't know how to keep yourself warm. When you go to college, you won't be able to take care of yourself outside, you'll be sick all day long and you won't be able to study as if you're a little sickly. Do you want me to go to school with you? ......" Mom began to gabble like a program again, and sometimes I'd be convinced that she should have received the true teachings of the Tang Dynasty Monk. If every word he said became solid, I'm afraid they would have burst the house. "Got it! Got it!" I hurriedly put on my jacket, "I have homework to do."
After a while, I felt warm, and then I remembered that I hadn't sneezed in a while, was it really the jacket? I look at the cup again, the water is still hot, vaguely water vapor curls up, take a sip, feel a warm current from the mouth down, all the way to the heart. Through that fuzzy vapor, can see many beautiful words: home, mother, warm, warm ......
In fact, the mother's love, like the body of the jacket, wear a long time, forget about its existence, seems to be just dispensable things, but take off the jacket sneezing again and again only to remember the warmth of it. Mother's love like a cup of plain water, seems to be far less than Sprite, fruit juice taste sweet, but all know that it will never hurt you. Mother's love is like the sun, even if they are also very weak, or warmly shine, shine ......
The sun outside the window seems to know my heart, become warm and bright. Mother walked in and gently picked up my quilt: "Today the sun is so good, I will carry the quilt to the balcony in the sun, the sun is warm, you sleep a good night tonight."
Mother said to herself while carrying the quilt to the balcony, the warm sunshine through the glass sprinkled on the quilt, sprinkled on the mother, sprinkled in my heart.
With this sunshine, winter will no longer be cold.
Part II: The Warm Sun in Winter
There is a warm sun in winter, warmer than spring, which melts the ice and sends a wisp of spring wind.
At one time, I thought that the most beautiful language than the "Poetry", but now I have changed this view, because, what can be more charming than the "sun language"?
It was when I was 12 years old, I lived in my grandmother's house, my grandmother's house is not good lighting, because of the surrounding buildings, the long winter often does not penetrate into a ray of sunshine, but for me, so far away from the chaos of the environment, not used to read a book is not a waste of time, just a little electricity.
Two days later, early in the morning, as usual, I held a set of books ambush on the table to read up. Suddenly, a beam of light from the window shot in, in my head naughty jump around, shaking me distracted, look up, is a naughty boy, forget it, perhaps he is also unintentional. I lowered my head and continued to read, not long after, the beam of light jumped in again, sawing around my head, how this child is so naughty!
I grabbed the door out, went to question the naughty boy, came there, I froze, because this "questioning" I know, it turned out that his name is "yang yang" is with his parents to work in the city, but because of his mobility, so, his mom is He was pushed to this open space to bask in the sun. The winter sunshine sprinkled on his body, also sprinkled on my body, although in winter, but still can not stop this "warm sun". The warmth of the sun.
"You're crying on the table every day, aren't you, because there's no one to talk to, so you're crying? In the future, you do not need to cry, Yangyang can use the sun to talk with you, okay?" I nodded, Yangyang giggled as he held that small mirror, I waved with him and turned to leave.
From then on, every day, when I was working, the beam of warm sun will always come regularly, it jumped and ran in my hair, so happy, so comfortable, we should be considered a pair of good "talk friends" it!
Soon after, I invited a few friends to my home to see the unique way of communication between me and Yang Yang.
This is the first time I've ever seen the sun in the sky, and it's been a long time since I've seen the sun in the sky.
Seeing the familiar figure of Yangyang, the small mirror was tightly held in his hands, I really do not understand: "Yangyang, we did not say that every day with the sun 'talk'? Today, why did you miss your appointment?" But he was equally puzzled: "But today someone came to accompany you ah ......" Oh, so it is, I rubbed Yangyang's head, smiled ......
Unique sun language. This charismatic language, brought me to the place where the warm sun shines, it melted the ice, melted the haze, brought the "spring wind" blowing open the heart of the flower!
Part III: Winter Warmth
In the afternoon, sitting on the balcony in the sun, a stream of warmth throughout the body, incredibly comfortable. The breath of winter in a burst of cold wind chanting embraced the earth, spring, summer, autumn and winter seasons, each season has its wonderful and beautiful, each with its own flavor. I love the bitter cold of winter, but also love the winter sun, it broke through the gray sky to reveal a smile, it drives away the cold of winter, bringing nature a full of vitality. It makes people feel infinitely warm, charming and brilliant.
The taste of being wrapped and soaked in the winter sun is soothing and cozy. After the rain cleared, a ray of a ray of long-lost sunshine spread over the field of vision, it is high in the sky and blue, such as a golden waterfall pouring down, in front of the dense, diffuse, overflowing with the eyes. A cluster of a cluster of golden amber sunlight flowing in the bare branches, tree branches it will no longer be stiff, as if in that moment was given life, it restored as before, brewing hope, I seem to hear the sound of green bloom in the branches soon. Birds began to stand on the high-voltage lines overlooking, grass wilted head back up, the balcony of the pots of dragon claw chrysanthemums began to compete again in the winter sunshine. A few pieces of the old leaves of the solid home, in the winter wind, in the sunshine beautiful into a bleak painting. Near and far the premises, almost all the windows for this long-lost winter sunshine to pull open a crack, residential balconies immediately full of colorful sheet flowers. The clear sky without a trace of clouds, the sun roams freely, it jumps from this building to that building, and then from that building to this building, from the roof of the building to the window, and then from the courtyard to the back of the room ......
Stretching out the palm of your hand, the warm sunlight slowly through the finger cracks, pouring on the face, soft and soft, like the spring breeze in February, and like the I'm not going to be able to do that. I listened to the music and the sound of the sun, a fresh and dry flavor bubbling up, lingering in the hands of the cup of curling heat, perhaps this is the taste of the warm winter sun!
Regardless of spring, summer, fall and winter, the sun is above our heads, the selfless warmth shines down, from not a trace of stint, burnout. Spring sunshine often makes us lazy and drowsy; summer's blazing let us around to escape; autumn sunshine, we still avoid; and in the cold winter, we are how to stay in its splendor, willing to snuggle up in its warm embrace, enjoy this leisure and pleasure. When the warmth of the sun shines brightly over, by the rainy continuous shrinkage of the mood, all of a sudden become clear. Pull a seat, close to the window, close your eyes, reveal your inner depression, and let those damp memories dry up in this moment. Or, make a cup of tea, flip through a book, to visit a beautiful story about someone else, even if it is shallow sadness, will not let you sink. Immersed in the warmth of the winter sun, it will make you forget the intersection of the heart, the footsteps of the years, forget the season and the winter that is passing by around you.