Don't use cold words. Through the description of the scenery, the sentences expressing the cold weather and people's mood are about 200 words.

Xiao Ming kept rubbing his hands and put them on his mouth to breathe from time to time. Clouds of white fog wet his eyelashes. Xiao Ming blinked, as if he could feel the tiny ice cubes on his eyelashes breaking and turning into a little chill. He stamped his foot and jumped a few times before his numb legs felt a little warm. A gust of wind blew, the willow branches beside me trembled slightly, and snowflakes were falling. Mixed with some small ice cubes. A few short pines are still stubbornly covered with green, but in this white world, this touch of green looks so bleak. With a sigh, Xiao Ming looked up at the gray sky, just like his own mood at the moment. She didn't come after all. The wind is very strong, and the northeast wind blows like a knife in his face and in his heart, one knife and one knife.