A diary describing the weather in winter

The wind is very strong, the wind blows my face, its cold fingertips brush my hair, and I don't feel gentle. A leaf fell in my palm, and when I looked up, I found that the remaining leaves on the tree were crumbling, and I looked down and saw pieces of fallen leaves lying at my feet. It turns out that winter has come.

In winter morning, I get up early every day, the moonlight is still hazy, and the whole city is still brewing, so I get up and do morning exercises. Sometimes, a fog runs in the air and on the road, just like being in a fairyland.

In the vast gray clouds, there are sparkling little snowflakes. Snowflakes floated to the hillside, covered the hillside with comfortable quilts, floated to the roof, covered the roof with thick cotton-padded clothes, floated to the earth, and covered the earth with beautiful silver.