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Onomatopoeia describes the wind in winter.

1. In winter, he took a chic step from the beginning-the cold wind. As night falls, the cold wind is like a drunk, wandering in front of every house in the small town on the snowy plain, sometimes letting go of his throat and growling, and sometimes breathing wearily. The bare branches trembled and swayed in the fierce wind, and the moon hid in the clouds as if afraid of the cold. People are trembling and walking in the street with their hands covered. The wind is unbridled and chilly, pouring into people's skirts and blowing into people's hearts. Trees "swoosh" straight ring, the wind rolled branches and leaves shaking, like the devil's claws dancing. In winter, it shows its charm to people with its own uniqueness!

2. The winter wind, like a horn, makes a "woo, woo" sound. Hearing this, the children immediately put on thick clothes. When the small animals heard this, they all began to get busy: some were stepping up grain transportation to prepare for not going hungry in winter; Some eat and drink, because they don't eat or drink for a long time, so they need to store energy now; When the tree heard this, it took off its green clothes and put on its golden winter clothes. Only pine and cypress are different. It is still dressed in green.

Gradually, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the wind is much colder. In the morning, the cold wind blows on my face like a knife, the poplar branches on the roadside dance wildly in the wind, and the dry branches rattle from time to time. The withered grass on the roadside hangs its head listlessly, shivering in the strong wind and making a rustling sound.

In the cold wind, I wrapped my heavy coat tightly, gasped unevenly, and walked home with trembling steps. The bleak night can't confuse my firm direction, and the dim street lamp illuminates the distance to go. The cold wind cut on the face, leaving no eye-catching scars, but bringing cold pain.

5. The cold wind shuttles through the teaching building, and the roar of pharynx is the echo of its footsteps; It walked through the empty playground, and the wailing was its heavy sigh; It walks through the colorful forest, whizzing past and buzzing, like a rough ocean, raising huge waves again and again.