A narrative essay titled A Ray of Sunshine .

That ray of sunshine The cold sky was glowing with a hint of red, and the frosty and snow-filled earth was immersed in wisps of cold, through the mist.

In the interval, thousands of rays of light and shadow sprinkled into the world. I fantasized about reaching out and trying to catch that ray of winter sun.

The light, but it always slipped through my fingers, without a trace.

On a rare sunny afternoon during the winter vacation, I held a cup of unsweetened hot tea, leaned on the chair by the window, and let the long-lost winter sunshine spread on me, feeling the extra preciousness and warmth of the winter sun. Wisps of wisps.

The sun lazily sprinkled on my shoulders, like a scarf in winter, and a warm feeling came to my heart.

The winter sun is so bright, it gives me warmth, gives me strength, and makes my winter silent life full of spring.

However, the purple and red color blew off the dust in my once dusty heart, and made my almost frozen world melt from ice and snow from then on.

Once upon a time, when I was a young boy and fell on a muddy path, it was my mother who led me with her cocoon-covered hands.

Pick me up and wipe the sludge off my body. Ah, a mother's love is the sunshine in winter; When I was disappointed in the examination room, it was my father who comforted and educated me with masculine language, asking me not to be discouraged, and his deep-set eyes revealed a drum of confidence.

Encourage. Ah, a father's love is the sunshine in winter!

The winter sunshine, the warm and subtle sunshine in my heart, reflects my haze.

Winter skies. Like a hot rose blooming in my heart, or like a plum blossoming in the cold and snow, it opened my ignorant heart, allowing me to see the brilliant beam of light behind the darkness and the one in the ashes of the ruins.

Rub green. The sunshine in winter, the abundant and lyrical sunshine in my heart, you are like a burst in my heart.

The warm breeze blows gently, like bright red maples swaying on the mountainside, like a vast sea containing a stream.

The warm sunshine in spring is a charming and sensational beauty, which makes people reverie infinitely; Summer's.

The scorching sun is a passionate and unrestrained dance, which makes people leave everything behind and go deep into it; The euphemistic sunshine of autumn is a ripe and plump harvest; And I like the warm sunshine of that winter day the most, in the most chilly moment, let me.

Feel a warm and precious enjoyment. Let us soak up the sunshine of the four seasons and let the warmth fill ours.

Growth process, ride the sunshine of the sports car, happy forward!

The winter sun, the ray of sunshine in my heart, illuminates the space where my soul gathers, leading us to chase.

The starting point for chasing dreams.

A ray of light swayed, and I stretched out my hand to let the bright sunlight flow through my fingertips, and suddenly woke up to ......

In the early morning of summer, the sun is blazing, and the air is full of tension. Sports training begins again. I habitually retreated to the back of the crowd, hiding in that dream, the summer breeze passing in my ears, playing a song of fear.

Looking at the bright yellow in the sky, my eyes were burned, I sat in the corner, rubbing the pain, the corners of my mouth were filled with a trace of bitterness, and frustration gradually swallowed me. It turned out that I was just a person who had broken into this world by mistake, and I was ridiculed on this stage like a clown.

The crowd began to run, and I followed slowly. One lap, two laps, three laps, my steps became heavier and heavier, my breathing became more and more intense, and the sweat was like a playful urchin, sliding down my forehead on a slide, but I had no intention of wiping off the beads of sweat. Gradually, everyone overtook me, panic woven into a dense net that enveloped my sky, and exhaustion pressed lowly, leaving me no room for resistance.

My heart hurts, do you want to give up? Suddenly, I looked up and saw the brilliant sunshine on the plastic runway, and the light fell on my heart, and I suddenly woke up, why can't I give myself a sense of confidence? The corners of my mouth wiped away the bitterness, raised a crescent-like arc, I ran with confident steps, stubbornly refusing to give up, the wind whistling in my ears, buzzing, taking away the fear and hesitation in my heart.

When I run against the wind, I feel that I have never been so sober and comfortable, and facing setbacks is actually not more lonely than lonely. The moment I rushed to the finish line, the dream was scattered behind me, and I began to push open the long-dusty window of my heart to give myself a ray of sunshine.

I slowly understood that the sun has always been with me, and I have always kept the sun out of the window. Separated by a heart window, but the sun is pouring into the city.

Shaoguang is still the same, the youth is still there, chasing the sunshine, running in reverse, embracing a hope, and giving yourself a self-confidence.