Describe the weather in winter

1. In winter in the countryside, the fields are covered with a thin layer of frost. Through that thin layer of frost, you can see the hard land below, hard and cracked. The newly unearthed wheat seedlings in the field are so timid that the original green leaves have obviously been labeled with their own unique labels in winter, like the frozen face of children in winter. In winter, the sound in the field is even stronger, which makes people who walk alone feel scared.

In the Woods, snowflakes are flying in the air. The leaves are next to the mother tree to keep warm. The shivering tree held on, as if to say, "It's so cold!" The northwest wind still goes its own way, blowing relentlessly. The grass is bent by the wind, as if calling, hoping that spring will come soon. Ah, it's really cold in winter!

Although it is very cold in winter, it has its own characteristics. Unlike other times, even if it is cold, it will not be particularly cold, nor will it snow, let alone snow. The outside world will not be like winter. There is ice and snow everywhere. There was silence everywhere.

4. "There are flowers in all seasons, and it often rains, but there is no snow but thunder in one winter." The ancient poet vividly described the climate characteristics of his hometown in winter. Winter is short without severe cold, and the average temperature is 15- 18℃. In winter, northerly winds prevail and the wind is strong.

The cold wind roared, and all the leaves on the tree fell, leaving only the bare trunk. Sometimes, there are some flying snowflakes in the sky, and we are almost all flowers in the greenhouse, enjoying peace and happiness.

In winter in my hometown, what I remember most is the spectacular scene in my hometown of first frost. Get up in the morning and gently push the door open. Wow! In the distance, the roof is white, and the green crops in the field are covered with white coats. Look, the mountain, the courtyard on the roof, branches and treetops, every corner, every piece of rubble and even every inch of hay are covered with a thick layer of silver frost, like an endless white carpet. At this time, I thought, will I see you again tomorrow? I will see paintings that even painters can't draw.