Winter sun

There is a ten-day long holiday during the Spring Festival. I am very excited because I can finally sleep in. Since I got the nickname “little pig” in NetEase, I found myself more and more lazy and more fond of sleeping. Don’t laugh, this sleep-in is a quiet exercise, which is closer to the realm of Zen, and you can also enjoy the taste of basking your ass in the sun in winter. I’m looking forward to it. The sun may be a model worker. As if he didn’t know he was going to have a rest during the festival, he went through the sky early in the morning to disperse the clouds, drove away the morning fog and haze around the mountains, and sprinkled the winter warm current on the Bluestone Road in the south of the Yangtze River, it was sprinkled on the straight mountainside of Dongshan. At this time, the East Mountain which is still black seems to be staring at the water and soil under its feet with its original charming charm, staring at the ancient brick and tile houses and overlooking the human fireworks at the corner of Taihu Lake. The sun must have no idea about the benefits of sleeping in. From to, it rushed into the study from the east through the curtain gap, shining on desks, computers, bookshelves, wooden furniture and floors with warm colors, and turned around generously, quietly and gently, shining its rising light on the messy bed full of magazines and old books. Then, he moved the warm sun to my body, head and ass which was diligent at night and lazy in the daytime affectionately and unreservedly. Alas, I must tell him when I have time that outstanding people do not need to get up early. It is said that Zhuge Liang likes to lie high in Longzhong. When he gets up, he does not fold the quilt first, but first writes a poem, which is really learned after sleeping; the scholar who had a dream of Nan Ke and tasted the vicissitudes of the world could be said to have slept well known to the world and became famous; Zhuang Zhou Mengdie, was there any more dream? Awake yeah? The question made people sigh at the depth of his sleep; Meng Haoran fell asleep in spring and didn’t realize that it was also enviable that he didn’t have to catch the early bus to fight for life. The alarm clock hanging on the wall didn’t listen to me either, the deafening bell lingered among the walls, which shocked the flowers on the desk, the birds outside the window, the crazy dreams suddenly woke up, and the thunderous snores suddenly stopped on time. At this time, the Sun had warmed the study, and the tea my uncle made for me had been rising like fog on several cases with wisps of fragrance. Get up and have a look, ten o’clock. Looking out of the window again, people seemed to have been busy. Some of them were sitting under the eaves and sipping a mouthful of strong tea, and some were lighting a cigarette to swallow clouds and mist. The mediocre and plain New Day began again. This is a sigh and joy that they have been sticking to for half a lifetime, which is heavy but meager!? At eleven o’clock, I still wandered in the sunny window. The noise and disputes were temporarily separated here. There were a burst of birds and flowers coming in the quiet and silent place, which made people intoxicated in the isolated peace and comfort, calm and free. Looking into the distance, crossing the bridge, watching the flowing water, the Taihu Lake, which was winded by the breeze, rippled with waves of light under the reflection of sunshine. Eyes lingered on the path, silently feeling the quiet auspicious. Looking back on the vicissitudes of life, I tasted the leisurely life. Thinking about it carefully, a person, a period of time, a period of life, there will always be sorrow, distress and boredom, and there will also be sorrow, but in such a warm winter sun and peaceful south of the Yangtze River, any trouble can be resolved, any sorrow can be put down, leaving only pure happiness and happiness. Someone passed by the bluestone. Obviously, they had tasted a delicious meal at noon, burping and walking happily into the green lawn. Among them, there was a real teenager who laughed and ran with the help of the young mother, leaving a series of laughters; And there were also immature children who learned teeth and teeth, leaving a clear and carefree song; there are also white-haired and kind old people who are receiving the favor of Sunshine comfortably, with happy smiles on their faces. The sunshine gives its love to everyone fairly, accompanying them all the way, warming children, old people and everyone in the sunshine. Facing the winter sunshine, I walked out of the house, and the sky was blue. Looking up, I could see that among the mountains which were robbed by the cold at the age of last year, the towering trees broke their arms and the cruel miserable situation still existed. The bodies which looked like toothpicks had been blown out of the new branches by the soft wind of this spring, but they were already calm at this moment, so they stood proudly against the wind. They seem to be talking about stubbornness, and the nature that makes people respect is so magical. It suddenly occurred to me that I should not learn to be a self-righteous and outstanding person, but a real ordinary person warm by the sunshine.

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