In winter, in the north , the sun is seen almost every day, but it is windy outside, and southerners are not used to it; in Chengdu, there is less sun in winter, but once the gray sky is broken by the sun's rays, the radiant sunshine makes the whole body warm and the heart is warm. Especially in the morning when there was heavy frost, the back of my hand was stung by the heavy frost during morning exercise, but I knew that the sun would definitely visit the sky over Chengdu today. There are wisps of morning glow on the horizon. Although I haven't felt the warmth of the morning glow on my body yet, my heart has begun to warm up. A red sun emerged, and the sunlight struggled to break through the frost and fog. The gloomy gray of the sky and the earth for many days was swept away by the sunlight. The buildings, the ground, the trees, and even the withered yellow leaves above and below the trees turned golden under the sunlight. The earth looks alive in the sunshine, the vitality in winter. The sun hits your face and body, warming your whole body and your heart. If I weren't wearing winter clothes, I would have thought spring has arrived. Of course, spring is not far away, I know. For a diligent and enterprising person, he is sensitive to seasons and time.
The sunshine spreads its warm love to the sky and earth of Chengdu in winter, and to my heart. The sunshine in winter, the warmth in winter. After surviving the thick morning frost, we will surely welcome the warm sunshine; after surviving the severe winter, we will surely welcome the spring; after surviving the darkest darkness before dawn, we will surely welcome the dawn.
I have lost count of how many times I have experienced the darkest moments in my life. Although my physical condition is still good and my energy is high, my face still reveals all the torture I have suffered in life and all the inner suffering. I have withstood all the encounters and misfortunes in my life. I am very grateful to myself for experiencing one suffering and bitterness after another, being unfairly treated again and again, and being hit again and again. However, a spring heart that strives upwards supported me and did not fall. I turned the experiences I experienced into the passion of struggle, the passion of a spring heart that never grows old.
