In the north in winter, there is silence everywhere. Heavy snow covered the city in a blanket of silver. The wind passed through the dry branches, carrying a bitter chill, as if it was about to penetrate the human body. Everyone wore heavy cotton clothes, hats and gloves to try to withstand the biting cold.
Walking in the familiar and long alley, I saw that the old locust trees on the side of the road were still standing. Although there are no leaves, its branches still stand upright, as if to tell people to be resilient even in difficult conditions. I slowed down, feeling a hint of tenacity and strength in this sporadic winter.
Walking through the locust tree, I came to the stationery store I used to go to when I was a child. The owner of the shop is a kind old man who always recommends me some special stationery or books. I pushed the door open, and a familiar warmth came over me. The lights in the shop are dim, giving it a homely feel. I saw all kinds of stationery and books neatly arranged on the shelves, and they looked particularly attractive in the light of the light. I picked up a pencil and looked at it carefully, as if I had returned to that carefree childhood.
In the corner of the stationery store, I found a little girl who was seriously drawing. Her eyes were focused and serious, as if the whole world had disappeared. I took a closer look and found that her drawing paper was vividly illustrated with the old locust tree in our alley. I looked at her in amazement, and she smiled and said, "I love painting this locust tree the most." It has seen me and the city grow. "I felt a warmth in my heart, as if I had found the warm sun in this cold winter.
I continued on my way, walking past the bustling shopping streets, past the ancient temples, and past the crowded subway stations. I met many people and heard many stories. Every smile, every greeting, every pair holding hands, and every step forward make me feel warm and strong.
Finally, at that moment, I found the warm sun in the winter. It is not an unreachable sun, but a piece of sunshine formed by a small collection of warmth. It's in my heart, and it's in everyone's heart. It tells me that even in the cold winter, as long as we look for and feel with our hearts, we will always find the warm sun that belongs to us.
In fact, everyone is the warm sun in that winter. As long as we are willing to discover, to share, to pass on warmth and strength, this world is full of warmth and light!
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