Breaking through the fog is the sun shining brightly

On winter mornings, white frost hangs from the grass. Fog, white expanse. The cold wind blows, and the hands and feet are cold.

I stood on the bridge, letting the fog envelop me. You can't see the distant mountains, but you can also find where the road under your feet leads?

Suddenly, in the midst of the fog, a little bright light appeared. The dark sun, struggling in the fog. Sometimes obscured by fog, sometimes overwhelmed by fog, sometimes emitting a faint light.

After the struggle, the fog was gradually blown away by the wind. The golden light was getting brighter and brighter. When the last mist cleared, the warm sun opened up. Illuminate the earth and warm people's hearts.

I don't feel sorry. After the great cold, it is spring. Breaking through the fog is the sun shining brightly.