I remember it was winter...
The sun in winter always brings inexplicable joy and touch to people. Today is another sunny day. Opening the window, I bathed in the warm sunshine. I closed my eyes and stretched out my hands. I felt the sunshine dancing on my hands. I took a deep breath. It smelled so good! Is it the scent of the sun? The faint, vague fragrance made me intoxicated.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The sound of mother patting the quilt came from the balcony. It is rare to encounter such good weather, and my mother is still busy drying the quilt. "It would be great if my mother could bask in the sun with me!" I thought to myself.
I remember when I was a child, when winter came, my mother always loved to take me to the balcony to bask in the sun. My mother always used her big hands to cover my little hands and rub them until they were warm. We sat in the sun, felt the warmth of the sun, and breathed the fresh air. It was really pleasant. My mother said to me: "Child, do you know that the sun has a fragrance? The fragrance is very special, warm and light. People will feel very good when they smell it!" After saying that, my mother took a deep breath. tone. I smiled, convinced that the sun has fragrance, otherwise, how could I be in such a good mood?
When I grow up, I no longer bask in the sun with my mother. The busyness of school sometimes makes me forget the nice weather outside.
Outside the window, the sunlight faded little by little, the golden color faded little by little, and was replaced by a deep blue-black color.
After finishing my homework, I was about to go into the bedroom to rest, but I found that my mother had already laid out the quilt for me. The moment I got into bed, I smelled a warm fragrance, which was the fragrance of the sun. This sun fragrance was collected by my mother for me.
My mother didn’t have time to bask in the sun with me like she did when she was a child, but the quilt warmed my whole body. When I was a child, what couldn’t be erased was the warm smell of the sun, and even more so the warm love of my mother.
That love is like a breeze in spring, a touch of green in summer, a drizzle in autumn, and a pure white flower in winter, which nourish my heart. . . . . .