The romantic feeling of bathing in the sun in early winter

After being away from my former residence for a month or two, once I returned, the first thing I felt strange when I sat at the desk under the south window was the sunlight on the small half desk . It turns out that summer has gone, autumn is coming to an end, and early winter has just arrived. The sun outside the window has already tilted south with the equinox.

I leaned the chair against the edge of the window and sat reading with my back to the window. The sun shone on my upper body. Instead of being annoying like a month or two ago, it made me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all life, seems to be pouring a kind of milk that cures diseases, prolongs life, and revives the dead into my body through its rays.

I covered my head and thought: I was surprised at how I felt. Why did it suddenly change like this? The evil of yesterday has become the joy of today; the abandonment of yesterday has become the pursuit of today; the hatred of yesterday has become the favor of today. He opened his eyes and saw the fan abandoned on the high pavilion, and was surprised again. What you loved the day before has become what you hate today; what you wanted the day before has become what you reject today; what you loved the day before has become what you hate today. Suddenly he laughed to himself: "Summer is terrible, winter is lovely", and "The fan is abandoned" are ancient famous sayings. Everyone knows it, so why should it be surprising? Then my reason gave in. But my feelings still refused to give in. I felt that during this transitional period, there was a strange feeling that was enough to surprise me. This is like the evening time when the sun has set but the sky is not completely dark yet: we can still feel day and night at the same time. It's like boarding a boat with one foot already on board and one foot still on the shore: we can still feel the land, and at the same time we can already feel the water. We all know that there is day at night, and we all know that there is land on the boat, but we only "know" it, not "actually feel" it. I have been shrouded in the early winter sunlight under the south window for a long time, and sweat breaks out from my body, gradually moistening my shirt. At this moment, the "real feeling" of bathing in the sun and the "real feeling" of waving a fan were mixed in my body. Isn't this a surprising experience?

So I simply threw away the book and lay in the wicker chair in the corner. Using this mixed sense of reality, I looked around the room and felt that many things had changed drastically. Some things have improved: like this room, I often find it too small in the summer and open all the windows and doors. It is not enough, and I almost want to tear down the walls. But now it suddenly gets bigger, very big! Soon it will be separated by screens. Another example is the hot water kettle on the table. It was once banished to the corner of the cupboard by the teapot, but now it stands in front of you like a monument. When the quilt was dried in the hot sun, everyone thought it was stupid and thick. Now when it is spread on the bed, it suddenly looks nice and thin. I once wanted to sell the sofa and chairs, but fortunately no one bought them. I once wanted to take off the black cat's leather robe, but now I envy it. On the contrary, some things have become bad: like the wind. In the past, when people encountered it, they said "Happy!" and welcomed it in. Now I gradually reject it, and soon I will have to guard against it as much as I guard against thieves. Another example is a bamboo couch, which was once treasured by everyone and was a great honor for a while. Now no one cares about it, it is haggard and lifeless. There is a soda advertisement on the wall. On the corner is a large bottle of soda and a glass overflowing with white foam, and below is a picture of sea bathing. I used to get excited when I saw the soda picture, and I wished I could be the person in the picture when I saw the sea bathing picture. Now this picture almost makes me shiver. The naked doll sat on the small bookshelf by the window. I used to think it was too freehand, but now it looks pitiful. A plaster model standing statue of a famous ancient Greek sculpture, with its skirt pulled down to its thighs, stands high and independent on a flowerpot stand in the air. I saw a smile on her face in the summer, but these days I suddenly felt a frown on her face, as if she was lamenting that she had lost two arms and could not pull up her skirt to keep out the cold.

In fact, how can things change their appearance? It was my own feelings that rebelled. How can feelings be rebellious? Nature taught it. The command of nature is so serious: you cannot help but love the wind in summer, and you cannot help but love the sun in winter. How funny is the command of nature: in summer you must praise what winter curses, and in winter you must curse what summer praises!

Life also has winter and summer. Childhood is like summer and adulthood is like winter; or youth is like summer and elder is like winter. In the winter and summer of life, nature often makes people's senses rebel, and its orders can be so serious and so funny.