Describe the cold scene of ice and snow with anthropomorphic metaphor.

The wind roared, the trees shook in the wind, and the branches were whipped in the air like wild whips. Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow-white fields, shaking their bodies with the cold northwest wind and making a harsh roar, as if they were deliberately contemptuous of winter. The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid 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.