Cold weather rhetoric

The wind roared, the trees shook in the wind, and the branches were whipped in the air like wild whips. Pine trees stand luxuriantly in the snow-white fields, shaking their bodies with the cold northwest wind and making a harsh roar, as if they were deliberately contemptuous of winter. The weather is gloomy, and the sky is thick, low and gray-yellow turbid clouds. The northeast wind roared and ran wildly in the wilderness. It seems to be holding a sword, which can pierce a tight leather coat, not to mention the exposed face, and it is scratched again and again, and the pain is unbearable.