It's full of sunshine in the early winter. Feng Zikai left his former residence for a month or two. Once he returned, the first thing that surprised him when he sat down at the desk under the south window was the sunshine of the desk. It turns out that summer has gone, autumn is ending, and early winter arrives, and the sun outside the window has set southward with the minutes. I leaned my chair against the window edge and sat reading with my back to the window. The sun covered my upper body. Instead of annoying me as much as it did a month or two ago, it makes me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all life, seems to be pouring a kind of milk that can cure diseases and prolong life back to life into my body through his light. I secretly thought: I was surprised at my feelings. Why did it suddenly change like this? The evil of the day before yesterday has become the joy of today; What was abandoned the day before yesterday has become what is sought today; The revenge of the day before yesterday became the grace of today. Zhang Yan was surprised to see the fan abandoned on the shelf. The joy of the day before yesterday has become the evil of today; What I asked for the day before yesterday has become what I abandoned today; The gratitude of the previous day turned into the hatred of today. Suddenly, I laughed to myself: "Summer is terrible, winter is lovely" and "Reunion fans give up donations" are ancient sayings, which are well known to your wife. Why are you surprised? So my reason gave in. But I still don't give in to my feelings. I feel that there is a strange feeling in this cold and changing period, which is enough to surprise me. It's like the evening when the sun has set and the sky is not completely dark: we can still feel the day and at the same time we can feel the night. It is also like boarding time when one foot has stepped onto the boat and the other foot is still on the shore: we can still feel the land and the water at the same time. We all know that there is day at night and land on the ship, but we just "know" it, not "feel". I have been covered by the early winter sun for a long time under the south window, and I am sweating and gradually wetting my shirt. At this time, the "real feeling" of bathing day and the "real feeling" of waving a fan are mixed in my body. Isn't this an amazing experience? So I simply threw the book and lay in the rattan chair in the corner. With this mixed feeling, I looked around the room and felt that many things had changed greatly. Some things have become better: like this room, it is often too small in summer, and all the windows and doors are opened, which is not enough. I almost want to tear down the walls. But now it's suddenly big, very big! It will be screened off soon. Another example is the hot water kettle in the case, which was once driven into the corner of the cupboard by the tea urn, and now stands in front of you like a monument. When the quilt used to be dried in the sun, everyone thought it was stupid and thick. Now it is spread in the bed, which suddenly makes people look pleasing and thin. Sofa chairs used to want to be sold, but fortunately no one bought them now. I used to want to take off my fur robe for a black cat, but now I envy it. On the contrary, some things have gone bad: like the wind, people used to call it "quick!" " Welcome it in. Now it is gradually rejected, and it will soon be guarded against it as a thief. Another example is the bamboo couch, which was once treasured by everyone and was a great honor. Now no one cares, and the description is haggard and lifeless. A soda advertisement picture on the wall. There is a big bottle of soda in the corner, and a glass overflowing with white foam, and there is a picture of a sea bath below. Before, I saw a soda water picture, and I couldn't wait to be the person in the picture after seeing the sea bath picture. Now this picture almost makes people shiver. The naked foreigner sits on the small bookshelf in the window. I used to think it was too freehand, but now I feel sorry for it. Venus, a plaster model of a famous ancient Greek sculpture, stands tall and independent on the aerial flowerpot frame, with the skirt faded on the thigh. I saw her face smiling in summer, but I suddenly felt her face frowning these days, as if lamenting that she had lost her arms and could not pull up her skirt to keep out the cold. In fact, how can things be disguised? It's my own feelings that have turned traitor. How can I feel rebellious? Nature taught it. How serious is the command of nature: you don't love the wind in summer and the sun in winter. How ridiculous is the command of nature: in summer, you must praise what is cursed in winter, and in winter, you must curse what is praised in summer! Life also has winter and summer. Childhood is like summer, adulthood is like winter; Or young as summer, eldest as winter. In the winter and summer of life, nature often makes people feel rebellious, and their orders are so serious and funny. Autumn is still strong in Chen Guohua in early winter, and suddenly it is early winter, and the moon walks into the winter night sky with autumn temperature. It got dark early. After dinner, I went back to my dormitory in the dark. After crossing the hill, I suddenly saw this round of orange and bright early winter moon over the southwest hillside, which hung down completely, was huge and fresh, and a kind of beautiful and cordial feeling rose from my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are strewn at random, and the horizon is everywhere, and a ridge crosses the sky to meet the sunset glow; On the edge of the fading Yu Xia, the silhouette of the mountain is like a faint ink painting, while the outline near the mountain is like a thick ink painting; In the direction of the southwest exit of the hillside, the mountain is rapidly open, and the peaks are undulating, like a black wave, majestic in the harmonious moonlight; The moonlight over the hillside under the moon and the nearby mountains and rivers gives people a beautiful feeling that this month is designed for this purpose. The moonlight and mountains are so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, I seem to have forgotten my own existence, leaving only a ray of beautiful feelings, feathering in this moonlight. Wandering alone in the moonlight, I have to think about what I am worried about or even worried about during the day, and I have forgotten it all at the moment, while what I have no time to take care of or even forgotten during the day, some will remember it clearly. Such a beautiful moonlight will make the treasures in the depths of the heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But this moonlight is more to make me carefree, relax physically and mentally, and my breathing becomes slightly even and imperceptible. I am like a fish that swims in the clear water and steals it, floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, drawing the radiance, or parking or wandering, intoxicated. The orange moon, the orange light, and the light of orange are floating with light frost. In the empty night sky, I seem to feel the diarrhea of moonlight, feel the rhythm of moonlight, and realize the interdependence of human emotions and moonlight fluctuations; In this soft and beautiful moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Did these works also experience the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration was nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight? The mountains snuggled up to each other and slept peacefully in the hazy moonlight. I didn't expect that the mountains that have been seen repeatedly during the day and recreated by moonlight are like fairyland. The trees on the mountain huddled together, hugged each other and fell asleep. The tall and swaying crowns of trees such as pine trees are like umbrellas and clouds, like splash-ink paintings in the faint night. The mountain is breathing, the tree is breathing, the air is breathing, and the night is breathing ... Now, you can see the horizon; Listen now, you can hear the cape. The listener looks at the person, not the ears but the eyes, but the heart, which is the help of the moonlight. Moonlight is like orange and indifferent liquid, and mountains and rivers are immersed in the moonlight, which is as peaceful as heaven. Alone under the moon, a peaceful and peaceful mind is under the wise examination of the moonlight. Life is beautiful in a moment, and people's hearts should be beautiful. What we do should be worthy of this beautiful world and this beautiful moonlight. Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and only a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face this beautiful moonlight quietly and have a peaceful soul. Thanks to life and thanks to nature, my boat of life banished noise, pollution and congestion, moored in this moonlight, and met this beautiful and dreamlike scenery. Intoxicated by the moonlight, I even forgot when and how I entered this moonlight, and I didn't expect to get out of this moonlight and this quiet and pleasant dream. In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don't cherish it a little, we will suffer a lot and everything will be wasted. Don't you see, this month has come from ancient times, experienced vicissitudes of life, experienced ups and downs, sent the eternal love, and watched the flowers fall in bloom ... King Moon, Frost Morning Moon, Guan Shanyue, Red Twilight Moon, all gone! The mountains and rivers are silent and silent, and they fall asleep; People don't hesitate to be self-evident every month. How should we grasp this ray of moonlight? In the early winter, the moon hung high and remained silent, and Juan ran like a wash.