At the beginning of the composition, it is said that the weather is getting cold.

When the morning sun filled the room, I rubbed my sleepy eyes and sat up half asleep. The moment the quilt was scratched, a cold wind came at me, and I couldn't help shivering and scrambling to get dressed. At this moment, I suddenly realized that winter was coming.

I put on a warm cotton-padded jacket and walked along the street. The cold wind is biting outside, the north wind is whistling, the street is deserted, bare saplings stand on both sides of the road pitifully, and the once vibrant grass has turned yellow and entered a sweet dream of flowers. The north wind is blowing, and the seedlings are struggling in the cold wind; The grass fell to the ground as if afraid of the sudden cold wind. There are rows of slender cypress trees, which are still so rich and green in the cold winter. Beside the road, there are also many cycads planted. Its long and narrow leaves shine green in the severe winter, giving green to the white winter and dotted with the cold winter. Friends who usually chase and fight have disappeared without a trace, and many roadside stalls have disappeared. Pedestrians on the road were dying, all wearing big cotton-padded jackets, cotton gloves and thick hats, and hurried home; Everyone was flushed and steaming. Not long after I went out, my ears were red with cold, as if I had fallen into an ice cave. I went home and washed my hands. After washing, my hands are soft with cold.

Winter is coming, spring is not far away, and the new year is coming!