Winter is monotonous, white and cold in the impression of many people. However, when I feel this winter with my heart, I find that it is actually colored.
In the morning, the sky is light blue, just like a carefully polished sapphire. Before the sun rose completely, there was a blush on the horizon, as if the painter nature had accidentally knocked over the palette. The distant mountains are shrouded in a thin layer of fog, showing a hazy gray, giving people a mysterious feeling.
Walking out of the house, although the trees on both sides of the street have lost their former green, their branches are wrapped in a layer of crystal clear frost flowers, shining with silver light under the sunshine, just like a dreamy fairy tale world. And those pines and cypresses that are not afraid of the cold still maintain a deep green color, adding vitality and vitality to this cold winter.
By the time we got to the park, the lake was covered with a thin layer of ice. The ice appears light blue in the sunlight, just like a huge mirror. The grass by the lake is covered with a layer of white snow, like a soft blanket. Children are running and playing in the snow. They are wearing colorful cotton-padded clothes, red, yellow, blue and green ... just like jumping notes, they add a touch of bright colors to this white world.
Not far away, an old man is sitting on a bench feeding pigeons. Pigeons' feathers are as white as snow. They are cooing around the old man, as if telling the story of winter. The old man's face is filled with a warm smile, which is like a ray of sunshine in winter, making people feel extremely warm.
In the evening, the sky gradually turned orange red. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the earth, putting a golden coat on everything. The street lamps on the street light up in turn, giving off a soft yellow light. Pedestrians hurried on their way home, their figures stretched out in the light.
When I got home, my mother had prepared a steaming dinner. The dining table is full of delicious foods, such as red tomatoes, green vegetables and yellow potatoes ... These colorful foods not only satisfy my taste buds greatly, but also make my mood particularly pleasant.
This winter, although there are no flowers in spring, no lush in summer and no golden splendor in autumn, it has its own unique color. These colors are intertwined, forming a beautiful winter picture, which makes me deeply intoxicated. I believe that as long as we feel it with our heart, every season in life is colorful.
