A composition of 100 words describes the weather in contrast.

Although early spring has come, it still can't cover up the cold figure of winter. In the morning, I was awakened by my mother's sweet and gentle voice. I barely opened my eyes, rubbed them, got dressed and left the warm bed. There is only one word to describe it: "cold"! Holding my mother's package, I became a fat doll. The wind outside is very strong, blowing on my hand like a knife. Naughty wind got into my clothes, which gave me a cold war. When I got to school and entered the classroom, suddenly, a gust of wind blew the small trees wobbly and small snowflakes fell one after another. When they first fell to the ground, the little snowflake turned into a drop of water. After a while, the sun came out.