The weather is 700 words

Beginning of winter roared past, slowly cooling down. Looking out of the window, my heart is scaly, the clouds are light and the wind is light, so I can swim. The sky is blue and I am drunk.

Dreaming, I suddenly remembered the winter in Taiyuan, the gray winter. The first time I felt the winter in Taiyuan was a memory of four years ago.

That winter suddenly came. One morning, I woke up occasionally, and a thin breath came from my face, so I knew that winter was coming. Autumn just flashed by, and winter came in a blink of an eye, without turning and transition. I feel winter falling from my head.

Walking in the street, cold, dry and biting winds are everywhere. Not as warm as the south. Although psychologically prepared for the worst, I obviously haven't recovered from the consciousness I developed in 20 years, and my body is stiff and shivering.

The gray sky almost swallowed up other colors of the city and became the only owner. The land, the lake and the skin color of people are all wrapped in gray. Thick clouds are blocked between sunshine and clumsy people, and you can't feel any temperature when you reach out. The whistling northwest wind blew head-on, with ash, pain and dirty, and it was so difficult to breathe.

Snow is the happiest detail of this winter. If rain is the spirit of the south, then snow is the soul of the north. Fortunately, the first snow came early, and I enjoyed my first winter snow just after National Day.

Looking up, those snowflakes are ethereal and illusory in the dim light. Where the wind passes, snowflakes fall leisurely. They always keep spinning. When the wind goes, they reluctantly fall on the hair tips, nose tips and skirts of pedestrians.

There isn't much snow, but just visiting is enough to lay a strip of silver. As if I were a child again, I tugged at the skirts of several buddies excitedly, had snowball fights together, made snowmen together, slid down the slide together, cheered with ecstasy, and got excited with blood boiling together. People who play, people who know and people who don't know are all in the first snow of happiness.

Even if it is cold outside, the heart is warm. Imagine, in a room full of heating, eating melon seeds in twos and threes, chatting and slowly enjoying the time without class, what a pleasant thing! Grandpa Dong came to our side in a hurry with Mr. Qiu's class. It brings the biting wind and the scene of dead branches freezing, which makes us feel that winter is coming!

It's foggy in the morning. The milky fog hangs over the earth, and there is white everywhere. Walking on the road, you can't see the figure clearly dozens of steps away; From the dense fog, you can only vaguely see the buildings and trees in front. In the fog, I heard the car, but I couldn't see the figure. Only the headlights are blinking like eyes.

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.

In such cold weather, you can also see some strong people who are not afraid of the cold wind. In front of the national flag station on campus, the green figure is flashing. Those are rows of slender cypress trees. In the cold winter, they are so rich and green and full of vitality. On the road by the river, many cycads are planted. Its long and narrow leaves shine green in severe winter, adding greenery to white winter and embellishing the cold winter.

The early morning in winter is very lively. In Jiang Bin Park, people who exercise can be seen everywhere. In the vast fog, the figure kept shaking. Young people dress like athletes and are full of energy. They are running and jumping, full of energy and blood. The old people also went out of the house, reaching out on the grass, kicking and jumping, radiant. Although they are old people, they exercise like young people, and they fight the biting cold tenaciously. Look over there, even seven or eight-year-old children are exercising decently with adults. They were panting and their heads were steaming. Look, what a vibrant winter!

I like winter because it can temper people's will and make them stronger. You finally came in winter!