Describe the situation when it is windy in winter. Describe the situation when it is windy 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.

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 winter wind is very cold, but it strengthens my bones and muscles; The wind in winter is very strong, but it has honed my will; Winter is hard, but it can make the weak stronger and the strong stronger; The winter wind is gentle, because it contains a love under its harsh face.

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.

Put down the pen and rubbed his slightly tired eyes with his hand. Suddenly a chill came, and I couldn't help shivering. I went to the window and saw that it was snowing. Looking back at everything in the room, it seems a little old. The wind is blowing and the windows are creaking. The noisy people are a little uneasy. Go out and have a look! Maybe we can find something.

Winter wind is good at "sneak attack". Always when we can't find the north in the fog, it gives us a heavy blow, just like a sharp knife with cold light across our faces. If I don't wear moisturizing cream, it will leave some marks on me, and I will feel very embarrassed when I get home.

The wind is blowing, although it is a slight breeze, but this wind seems to gather all the cold in winter. Sprinkle it on everyone it meets's face, neck and hands? The hair that was scared in winter was slightly shaken by the wind, as if it felt cold. Pedestrians in the street are dying, and depression is like a dead city. Occasionally, a few cars roared by, leaving only a few strings of light smoke. In winter, the wind is fine, so it's good to see the needle. Like water, it seeps out of clothes, even if it is wrapped tightly, like "Zongzi", the winter wind will go straight into the cuffs and neckline like a knife, making the body feel chilly.

The winter wind, like a horn, makes a "meowed" 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.

Did you hear that? The cold wind will stretch the front to Chunhua, pulling Chunhua's hair, swish, swish, that's the sound of the hair root being torn off; It hit the door of the classroom with its head again and again, which was the trembling sound of two rows of teeth on the door lock; It shook the buttonwood tree at the school gate, and the leaves fell like rapid raindrops, clattering like music played during a downpour.

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.

On the way to school, a gust of wind hit people in the face, which hurt very much. Cold, cold. And it is a big one and a small one. When I was older, pieces of paper and dust flew everywhere. When I was a child, passers-by had to twist their faces to avoid it. Some pedestrians on the road put their necks into their collars, and some put their sleeves in front of their faces, all rushing forward.

The wind, biting cold wind, mixed with plum blossom-like snowflakes, makes a rustling sound. Snow dances in the air like an elf. Then, white. Glittering snowflakes fall in the sky, leaving a world wrapped in silver. The ground turned white without any impurities. The wind blew, and the snowflake sang an intriguing song. After the wind passed, snowflakes quietly fell to the ground.