Run against the wind in winter. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Urgently beg

The cold winter came to the world, the branches were bare, the grass withered and the earth was desolate. Only pine trees and cypresses barely maintain that little green.

The first thing that calls for winter is the wind. It changes from warm spring breeze to hot air, from cool autumn wind to cold wind in winter.

Just entering winter, the wind is not so cold, but it is very windy. Trees on the roadside swayed with the wind and whined from time to time. The streets are dusty, and the scraps of paper scattered on the ground are swept into the sky by the wind and fly high in the gloomy sky.

Almost all the pedestrians on the road closed their mouths as if they were blocked. Squinting, many women and children wrapped their heads in scarves. Cyclists who ride against the wind, like athletes, bend down and exert themselves; But people who follow the trend put their feet gently on the car and step on the pedal, like a ship with sails raised, sliding forward quickly.

Gradually, the weather became cold and the wind became 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.

The northwest wind roared like a lion, mixed with dead branches and dust, which brought a snowy winter.

This is the winter wind.