A sentence, a beautiful paragraph, a good sentence and a good joke describing the coming of winter.

Snow fairy waved her sleeves heartily; In the fluttering performance, the sky, the earth, the river and the mountain are pure and clean, and there is no quagmire.

In the middle of winter, the north wind is cold, silver-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, the cold current is rolling, and a heavy snow is brewing.

In winter, although there are no charming birds and flowers in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature.

Winter in my eyes is happy. Whenever it snows, I will throw away the girl's unique reserve and rush outside with my friends to make a snowman and throw snowballs. The shouts of joy and frolicking drowned everything, the horn, and …

The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds.

Winter girl waved her fan gently, and a cold wind came on her face, which made people tremble with cold. Everyone put on thick clothes and shrank their necks. It is really cold!

The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to hold a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, which is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable.

Winter is coming. The sky outside the window is gray, and the northwest wind blows through the bare treetops, only blowing big trees and small trees shivering in the cold wind. The northwest wind keeps squeezing in through the cracks in the doors and windows. I can see the hot air forming a white mist in one breath, and even the pets in the street are wearing warm clothes.

Winter is coming! Winter is coming! Winter girl, dressed in white, came in a hurry with scissors in her left hand and a fan in her right hand.

The wind is cold. Bare trees, like bald old people, can't stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind.

When winter comes, all the leaves on the trees have fallen off. The north wind roared and the land was in depression. There is thick ice in the river. People wear all kinds of winter clothes, scarves and gloves, but they can't resist the cold, and their faces are red with cold. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians in the street. I also found heavy clothes from the closet, which made people look awkward when I put them on. Alas, this cold season.

In the cold winter, the river changed its old excitement and seemed to fall asleep peacefully.

The weather is gloomy and the sky is thick, low and grayish yellow clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to be holding a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, and it is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable.

Walking in the light snow is more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky, holding the snow like a kite. Looking up, this silk wind dominates the snowflake like a butterfly, falling obliquely, spinning and flying, floating to the ground and falling on pedestrians. Snowflakes, like naughty children, never tire of playing, brush people's hot faces, turn into water droplets and flow onto eyebrows and beards, forming small ice cubes. The snow fell silently and fluttered, and soon there was a thin layer on the ground. When you step on it, it will make cheerful footsteps "cheep, cheep …". With this step, you can spread your imagination wings as much as possible, pursue your best memories and embrace your happiness! You might as well take a deep breath. Flowers soaked in My Sweetie will also soak in your heart and spleen. You can't help thinking of a pure heart, and you will feel that the whole world is so pure.

Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if deliberately despising winter.

That winter, it was so cold that my nose ached and my head ached, and my feet were like two pieces of ice.

In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers this vast wasteland and shines with cold silver light.

Count nine cold days, freezing thousands of miles. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are stiff with cold, and the air seems to be frozen.

Winter is coming! The west wind roared like a cruel official with a whip. Bare branches were blown up and down by the strong wind, and the remaining leaves were rolled around in the air, and then mercilessly thrown to the ground, left to the wind, helpless. The wind whizzes by, and every place it passes will change its face. The snow kept falling and the ground was covered with ice. People walked on it carefully, but a few people were in a hurry to go to work, slipped and dumped them.

In winter, although there are no charming flowers and birds in spring, no spectacular lightning and thunder in summer, and no attractive rich fruits in autumn, there are also implicit beauty dedicated to nature.

In early winter, she was like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, waving a magical veil and sending cold winds.

In winter, goose feather-like snow falls in succession. The snow on the ground is thick and soft; Snow falls on the house, white, loose and soft; The trees were covered with snow, which bent the branches. The sun shines brightly on the snow-capped mountains.

Winter has come, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the leaves have fallen, covering the ground with a thick quilt. I walk on it every day after school, feeling soft and comfortable.

Autumn passed unconsciously, and winter quietly came to my cabin. The grass withered, and the little flowers dared not look up. Uncle pine is still standing straight and dry. Suddenly a familiar voice passed by me, oh! This is the sound of the north wind. How cold it is! The north wind is really like a knife. I hurried home to change a suit and go home to sleep. Hey! Winter is really cold!

The northwest wind roared and told me gently that winter was coming. The leaves are dancing, gently telling me that winter is coming. The earth is wrapped in a white quilt and gently tells me that winter is coming.

The sun in the middle of winter seems to be afraid of getting cold. Wearing thick clothes can't give off heat.

Winter is like a magician. It decorated the whole world with the prop of "snow". Snow fell on the ground, like a silvery white carpet on the ground; Falling on the roof is like covering the roof with a thick quilt; Falling on the branches, as if inlaid with beautiful silver bars; Fall on children, like dancing elves. Under the sunlight, it is particularly dazzling.

There are four seasons in a year, and beginning of winter is the beginning of winter. When we entered beginning of winter, the weather turned cold, which told us that winter was coming.

That winter, it was so cold that people had a nose ache and a headache, and their feet were like two pieces of ice.

"Hoo-",the wind roared, the trees shook in the wind, and the branches were whipped in the air like wild dancing whips.

In winter, I am so cold and silent, quietly watching the once noisy colors wither sadly, listening to the once melodious and happy birds singing, letting the flowers wither, letting the river freeze, and being silent in winter.

The sun in the middle of winter seems to be afraid of getting cold. Wearing thick clothes can't give off heat.

Standing at the window watching the winter season, listening to the singing, scenery and rhythm of the winter wind, who said that winter is a desolate season? In fact, winter is to accumulate strength in the cold wind and frost, and sing white and bright and winter perseverance in the rustling cold wind. There is an uncomfortable depression in the countryside in winter. The weeping willow in spring is a seed of love, the lotus pond in summer is a kind of love, the golden harvest in autumn is a kind of maturity, and winter looks incredible. Perhaps, because natural selection is difficult to show their vitality in winter, it is not suppressed by the cold. It is the most tacit combination of a higher realm of life and everything.

Nine cold days, freezing thousands of miles. The whole world has become a big refrigerator, the mountains are shivering with cold, the rivers are stiff with cold, and the air seems to be frozen.

In winter, thousands of trees wither and the wind is biting, and the earth is covered with silver and dazzling; In winter, the breath becomes frost, the clouds float quietly and carefree; In winter, it's fun, having snowball fights, making snowmen and skating. Children's red faces are like roses in full bloom in June. In winter, the ice hangs down, gathers water to moisturize, carries good information and breeds good hope, and lands on the earth. ...

/kloc-October/kloc-October/February, snow blocked the window, and rows of skates hung on the eaves like translucent crystal pillars.

In winter in the countryside, the evening is filled with warm breath. Compared with people's breakfast, dinner is eaten early, and you can see the smoke curling up at dusk, which is so soft and light. Occasionally, children's laughter came. Children are fearless when playing. They were just scared by their grandparents. They always follow behind with their clothes on their arms, angry words in their mouths and kind smiles on their faces. No wonder the child is disobedient. Dogs bark from time to time. I don't know whose footsteps touched its sensitive nerves. It is touching to think of the unique loyalty of its guardian.

In winter, a thin layer of white snow, like a huge soft wool felt, covers this vast wasteland and shines with cold silver light.

The snow on the ground is thick and soft; Snow falls on the house, white, loose and soft; The trees were covered with snow, which bent the branches. The sun shines brightly on the snow-capped mountains.

The cold winter has come, and after a heavy snow, the whole East Red has become a world of powder and jade. The willow trees are covered with silver bars, and the lawn is covered with silver wires.

Just after midnight, the sun has put away its faint light, as if afraid of the cold, and hid in the cotton-padded clouds.

Winter is coming, and the north wind is howling. Snowflakes, wearing shiny hexagonal hats and white clothes, walked into the world, filling the world with beautiful scenery wrapped in silver. Look, the rivers are frozen!

Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow, swaying with the cold northwest wind, making a shrill roar, as if deliberately flouting winter.

When winter came, there was a thick layer of ice on the river. Some people dance on the ice. How beautiful! Willow, poplar, and countless flowers and plants have withered, and only pine and wintersweet stand in the cold.

There are four seasons in a year, and each season has different scenery. I like the magnificent scenery when it snows in winter best. In winter, people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm of heavy snow and a crystal clear fairy tale world. The fragrance of pine and the ice fragrance of snow give people a cool and shining comfort. Everything is filtering, everything is sublimating, and even my heart is purifying and becoming pure and beautiful.

Winter is coming, and the weather is getting cold. People put on down jackets, gloves and scarves. It seems that everyone is dressed as a little fat man, so tight that there is no seam.

In early winter, she was like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, waving a magical veil and sending cold winds.

At dusk, the snow is deeply cut, as if there are countless emotions, and it is as turbulent as the sea, which can drown everything and have a sense of * * * showing the head and tail. Snowflakes are colorful and crystal clear, like soldiers in battle, wearing silver armor, and like pieces of white sails sailing. ...

Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow, swaying with the chilly southeast wind, and withdrawing their shrill roar, as if they were deliberately despising winter.

On the willow tree that has lost all its leaves, it is covered with fluffy shiny silver bars; Evergreen pines and cypresses in winter and summer are full of fluffy pines and heavy snowballs.

Snow is as white as jade. Is it General Xiaotian sent by the Heavenly Palace or the jade leaf falling from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace? Snowflakes are like beautiful jade butterflies, dancing with ecstasy; Like a dandelion blown off; Like flying; Like a little white flower given by an angel; Scattered and gathered, fluttering leisurely, gently Ying Ying, is undoubtedly the masterpiece of the earth! I saw the snow in front of me as naughty as a butterfly, falling under the eaves for a while, falling on the branches for a while, and floating on the faces of pedestrians from time to time.

Snow makes people feel that there is only one word-cold. The earth is silvery white and clean, but snowflakes still fall from the sky like catkins, cotton and goose feathers.

This winter, the ground is frozen and cracked, the small north wind blows like a knife, and snow is flying all over the sky.

In winter, the outdoor willow covered with frost and snow is covered with tree hangings, like silver bars hanging on trees, which is particularly spectacular.

The wind is cold. Bare trees, like bald old people, can't stand the northwest wind and sway in the cold wind.

Grandpa Dong came to our side in a hurry with Mr. Qiu's class. It brings the scene of cold wind and dead branches freezing, which makes us feel that winter is coming!

Just after midnight, the sun has put away its faint light, as if afraid of the cold, and hid in the cotton-padded clouds.

In the cold winter, the river changed its old excitement and seemed to fall asleep peacefully.

The heavy snow comes with the cold winter, and the streets seem to be silver, so bright and brilliant. Long icicles hung in front of the eaves like crystal daggers, and the breath of pedestrians turned into white smoke.

The cold brought by winter is everywhere, even when there is no wind on a sunny day, it is dry and cold. Bare trees stood piteously on both sides of Jiang Bin Road, and the once vibrant grass finally failed to support and withered. The little flowers on the grass also fell asleep. The north wind is blowing, and young trees are struggling in the cold wind; The grass crawled on the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind.

When winter came, there was a heavy snow in the north, and all the trees turned white. Only Grandpa Song is still so energetic, and the composition is coming in winter. However, it has never snowed here, and I like it very much, because when it snows, the earth is white and beautiful! Besides, I can go skiing and have snowball fights with the children.

In winter, the countryside looks a bit shabby because there are no trees, and it looks a bit deserted because few people come out. At noon, people came out one after another and gathered in a sunny place. People who are looking at the sunshine at the foot of the gables silently cling to this place in a traditional posture, smiling without laughing, speechless. Some even pulled the brim down to cover the whole face and soon snored like thunder. People can sleep especially in winter, which is a compensation for a year's hard work. In the morning, often when the sun has risen very high, you will hear the voice of adults calling children to get up for dinner, and sometimes you will hear children crying, which will probably disturb his dream.

Winter has come, and the children's happy season has arrived. Every time it snows, you can see children playing to their heart's content: having snowball fights and making snowmen. Everyone can hear the children's happy laughter and feel their happiness. Girl in winter, let's feel the happiness brought by winter.