悄悄的,冬天来了。寒冷的冬天,北风呼啸,寒流侵袭,那暖暖的太阳,陡然地变得可亲起来。乡村的冬天,太阳在天空挂着,一副温和的表情。太阳温暖得像盛开的棉花,一朵一朵落下来。阳光像软化的金子,静静地淌下来,铺满大地,大地上一切被涂上了一层金色,灿灿地发着光亮。冬天的阳光就如同春天的雨一样宝贵。在乡村里行走,目之所及,到处都可看到人们晒冬的场景。 Quietly, winter is coming. The cold winter, the north wind whistling, cold invasion, that warm sun, suddenly become amiable. Country winter, the sun hung in the sky, a gentle expression. The sun is warm like cotton in full bloom, one by one fall. Sun softened like gold, quietly flowing down, covered with earth, everything on the earth was coated with a layer of gold, shining brightly. The winter sunshine is as precious as the spring rain. Walking in the countryside, wherever you go, people can see the scene of the winter sun.