It's very cold here in winter.

1, the tree is full of snow, just like a string of marshmallows on the tree; There is snow on the mountain, just like the mountain wearing a fur coat; The road is also snow, and it crunches when we step on it; There is thick ice on the edge of the house; The snow on the roof is connected like a white ocean. Some pedestrians on the road put their hands in their pockets; Some put their hands in their sleeves; The others have been shaking and don't know what to do. I dress like a polar bear.

2. But God's will is not satisfactory. God gave us all the air conditioners without stint, and it was freezing to death. No matter how timid I am, the momentum of air conditioning has no intention of weakening. Look at other people, either like Sun Jie or wrapped in bread, only me, without a coat in this cold weather, looking for the cold.

When the dawn has not yet come, I feel unusually cold, so I hurried back to the dormitory and put on a dress. Fresh boiled water freezes as soon as it hits the ground.

4, the cold wind is biting, penetrating the soul like a needle. In this damn weather, pedestrians on the roadside have disappeared, and birds and animals have disappeared without a trace.

It's getting colder and colder, and the sky begins to freeze. Many things are frozen: people want to make a fire, but the fire becomes an icicle; People want to write, and words become huge ice; The clouds in the sky turned into ice, the underground core turned into ice, and even the frozen snow turned into ice. It's cold!

6. Somehow, it's so cold this winter that there are few pedestrians on the street. They must all be by the hot stove, having lunch with their families. Thought of here, Ivylinna Lee can't help but speed up the pace, trying to find a trace of residual heat in that extremely cold home, even if only a little fire is enough to comfort her broken heart.

With the coming of cold winter, the streets are like 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.

8. Outside the window, the black wind is blowing the dead leaves of the branches violently. Some are too cold to stand, and they are swept away, leaving no gap; The rest are clinging to the dry branches, like the last eventful years in the air. It's too cold up there!