It is really cold today.

The world put on a white coat, the drops of water on the wires were frozen into crystal sticks, and the pine leaves were frozen. There is no wind at the moment, the world seems to have stopped at this moment, and the river has stopped. People's fingers in the street have frozen into red peppers, and there is a layer of frost on their eyelashes.

The cold wind blows hard, and the dead leaves are chased by the wind and rolled in despair on the road. There are few pedestrians in the street, and the cars parked on the side of the road all night are uniformly covered with silver.