Composition describing winter in southern China, about 500 words.

The slowly falling maple leaves are like missing. I light candles at the end of the year to warm autumn.

I don't like winter, for nothing else, because it is too cold, which makes me feel that this beautiful world has become so stiff and powerless that the whole world has closed its eyes and hibernated quietly. Standing at the window and looking out, although the leaves on the tree did not fall off, the tree looked so haggard. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the street, and I occasionally hear laughter, but in less than a second, everything dies in an instant. At this time, the sound of cars whizzing past and whizzing past, no matter how loud, can not wake up all sleeping things.

Because it is cold in winter, I feel that the winter scenery there is useless. "It snows here. When we come together tomorrow morning, we can see thick snow everywhere! " The other end of the phone is Shanxi. It's already snowing there. Although it is much colder, it is valuable, just like "when God closes a door, he will open another window for you". However, it is cold and dry here, and there is no considerable scenery. Although the temperature is around 10℃, it is enough for us to complain-because I am a child in the south.

I used to like rain very much, because rain can form a unique music. It's wonderful to listen to the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves and windows in different sizes. But in winter, no, I denied my opinion, and I began to hate rainy days, because it would make the already cold weather colder and colder, and the atmosphere would become heavier and heavier. Walking on the wet street, I will complain and worry. Complain about the bad weather, and worry that muddy water will stain my pants, because it is really difficult to wash clothes in winter. Although I didn't wash it myself, I will inevitably learn from it when it is dirty.

The rain, the more worried.