Winter is a season to bask in the sun The cold wave has gone, and the air is full of sunshine. It is a comfortable feeling. As I ride bike in the campus, many students sit with their companions on the lawn, talking and laughing. This remind me of some memories of(about) winter. Winter is a season to bask in the sun. Though the winter has not come, and now it is autumn. What is different is that in autumn the wind continuously chill your heart not freeze while the shine illuminate on your face compared with the winter. It is a pleasure to sit on the lawn to breathe the cool air quietly, in and out. At this time, I will think of the fingernails I saw by chance in the class, the color of which was red, a noticeable color, charming. Though red is vulgar in general. To her, it is beautiful that contains a passion for expressing herself sincerely. Just before one week had elapsed, in the English class I sat on the seat beside hers. It happened casually that when I went to class lately and there are few empty seats, I had to ask her, “Dose anyone in this seat?”. I felt depressed that I spoke it in an indifferent tone. Somehow, there were other seats in the classroom. The reason why I chose the seat beside her was that I liked to sit with a familiar person rather than a stranger, and she is my classmate, I had to tell you, though I didn't know her very much. Well, Probably I'd like to sit with her. This idea was sowed in my mind from the day I saw her red bright（vivid） fingernail. I was eager to know whether the red was on her fingernails or not. On the class we said nothing, except that she asked me some questions or I asked her some questions those formal conversation. I had said that I didn't know her very much and so did she. Usually we never or have no opportunity to converse with each other. I like English very much. So I listened carefully on the class. She read some paper with her head hanging down because she was faced with a exam a little time late. But I couldn't stop thinking the idea that just to round my head a bit and see whether the red is on her fingernails or not. As I was thinking it, I round my head suddenly to her. But at the same time she happened to raise her head to look at the teacher. It embarrassed me and I had to act as usual as if it was an accident, or something like that. Still I had saw the red. It faded to a light red.