What are the sentences that describe "the weather gets colder as autumn turns to winter"?

The weather is getting colder, winter, very cold. To be honest, I don't want it to come, but when it comes, I feel strange. Ah, I love winter, because in winter "the strong wind knows the strong grass", I love its character.

The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight fur coat, not to mention the exposed face. It cut again and again, and the pain was excruciating.

The weather is getting colder. In winter, the willow trees covered with frost and snow outdoors are full of tree hangings, like silver bars hanging from the trees, which is particularly spectacular.

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

In early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dancing with her magical veil, sending bursts of biting cold wind.

The weather is getting colder, and the winter wind is blowing more violently. It brings the New Year's Eve of worshiping the stove, the New Year's Eve of staying up late, and the Lantern Festival of the Lantern Festival. In the winter in Beijing, we usher in a new year, and everyone is one year older.

Autumn leaves in a hurry, and winter is approaching. The weather is getting colder, people put on thick clothes, there are fewer pedestrians on the road, and they are replaced by withered yellow leaves. The big trees stood naked on both sides of the road as if they had no clothes on. Some small trees cannot withstand the ravages of winter and "die" as early as early winter. Every morning, the grass is always white. Because of this, I never forget to do some "artistic creation" on it. I draw a Bagua array, Tai Chi map of China with my feet... Every time after finishing the creation, I always feel happy. Happy, maybe this is why I like winter!

I just woke up this morning and smelled a cold smell. Turning around and looking at the scene outside, ah! It's actually snowing! Looking at the thermometer again, the temperature has dropped to -°. There is no doubt that this winter has been extremely cold. I was wrapped in all my clothes and sitting on the chair. A sudden chill hit me. I stood up immediately and found that the chair was already covered in ice. The temperature is still falling, slowly falling into the abyss...

The weather is getting colder, but God’s will is not what we want. God has given us all the air-conditioning without hesitation, and it is freezing to death. . No matter how much I tried to shrink my hands, the air-conditioning showed no sign of weakening. Looking at the other people, they either have the same "Vajra Body" as Sun Jie, or they wrap themselves up like a big loaf of bread. I am the only one who doesn't wear a coat in this dead cold weather, just looking for the cold.

It was almost midnight, the weather was extremely cold, and under the pale moonlight, the sand dunes were like a tomb made of silver, motionless. He was shivering in the cold north wind, and his hands and feet were frozen.

Look, the howling cold wind blew through the Dali Pedestrian Street, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground. The windows of every house were tightly closed. It seemed that people did not welcome this. A "majestic" cold wind. There was no one on the street, only the cold wind lingering on the street. I thought: "This ghost weather is really cold!"

The weather was gloomy, and the sky was filled with thick, low, gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seemed to be holding a sharp sword, which could pierce through the tight leather jacket, not to mention the exposed face, which was scratched one after another by it. The pain is excruciating.

The willow trees with all their fallen leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars; the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.

The pine trees stand green in the white snow, swaying with the biting northwest wind and making a sharp and piercing whistle, as if they are deliberately despising winter.

The cold wind was blowing. The bare trees, like bald old men, could not withstand the northwest wind and swayed in the cold wind.