Use multiple scenes or one scene to describe the cold weather, and briefly describe it.

This morning, "Hoo-hoo", a north wind blew, and several yellow leaves fell on the thin kapok tree in Mao Mao, which was wet by drizzle. I looked up feebly and looked at the leaves left on the tree, which made me feel very sad. There was another cold wind, and I shuddered. I suddenly looked up and found that everything had changed. I pushed open the door and went outside, and I couldn't help shrinking when I left home. Thinking of the scarf I lost yesterday, I sighed deeply, subconsciously lifted the coat collar, and then quickly put my hand into my pocket. Passing through the commercial pedestrian street, there were only a few vendors selling occasionally and stamping their feet. It seems that only such a movement can make people notice that there is a vendor here. People are in a hurry, and no one wants to stay outside for a while. A gust of wind began. Finally, the few remaining dead leaves on the tree were blown off, leaving only the bare trunk. The cold wind roared, scratching the hair of pedestrians with its thick fingers and stabbing the skin of pedestrians. Pedestrians have no choice but to fasten their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly. The pines and cypresses on both sides of the road are full of vitality.