Sentences describing mountains in winter

1 Look, the cold wind blows on the pedestrian street in Dali, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, and all the windows are closed. It seems that people are not satisfied with this "majestic" cold wind. There is no one in the street, only the cold wind is wandering in the street. I thought, "This damn weather is really cold!"

In winter, I appreciate your whiteness, purity, coolness and strictness. I will exercise and struggle in your arms, to pursue and hone my permanent strength, and I am not afraid of hardships. I love winter because it contains the arrival of spring. Looking at Chimonanthus praecox, which announces spring, it seems to tell people silently: can spring and winter be far behind?

3. I feel a sudden chill when I open the door in late autumn. The wind that stung my face blew, and the yellow leaves fell with the wind. Then only the bare trunk is left. There will be obvious first frost in the morning, and the temperature will drop greatly. Look around-it's late autumn and winter is approaching.

Wow, I saw tiny and dense snowflakes falling between heaven and earth, getting bigger and denser, as if countless fairies were spreading flowers to the world, conveying the blessings of spring.

At midnight, the weather is extremely cold. In the pale moonlight, the sand dunes are like a silver tomb, and there is no movement. He shivered in the cold north wind, and his hands and feet were stiff with cold.

6. 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!

7. I love winter-I love snow. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, like thousands of angels in white, revealing the breath of winter to people. Snow is the messenger of winter, and it will bring good news to people.

8. Listening to the wind on the playground, the powerful wind that fills every corner, the unstable wind and the biting cold make me feel happy. The wind runs through my whole body, and some tedious troubles and worries drift away with the wind.

9. Snowflakes flying all over the sky, like feathers and jade chips, fall gently. They danced in the sky, as light as smoke and as soft as catkins. They are so pure and clear. They are very light, so light that they are silent. Every snowflake is like a melodious and fresh music, like a light and harmonious poem.