喜欢冬天,喜欢冬天的清晨。晴朗的日子里,一推开家门,就看到一轮朝阳正悬在楼群间。那朝阳鲜红鲜红的,仿佛孩子用世上最纯正最浓烈的红彩笔画成的,红得鲜艳红得生动,散发着温润柔和的光芒。走在路上,总是忍不住转头去看朝阳。看着看着,就觉得一轮朝阳带着无穷的活力,从自己的心里冉冉升起。喜欢冬天,喜欢冬天的正午。那时,阳光如同金色的羽毛,落满大地的每一个角落。在正午,我喜欢坐在阳台上,专心地晒太阳。渐渐地,双肩暖了,双腿暖了, Like winter, like winter’s early morning. On sunny days, as soon as I opened the house, I saw a sun rising over the buildings. That bright red sun, as if the child with the world’s most pure and most intense red strokes into red bright red was vivid, exudes a warm and gentle light. Walking on the road, can not help but look back at the sun. Looking at it, I feel a rising sun with endless vitality, rising from his heart. Like winter, like winter noon. At that time, the sun was like golden feathers, falling over every corner of the earth. At noon, I like to sit on the balcony, concentrate on the sun. Gradually, warm shoulders, legs warm,