A composition describing winter in southern China, about 500 words

Winter in the South

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

I don’t like winter, not for anything else but because it’s too cold and makes me feel that this originally wonderful world has become so stiff and weak. The whole world has closed its eyes and is hibernating quietly. . Standing by the window and looking out the window, although the leaves on the trees have not fallen off, the trees look so haggard. There are only a few pedestrians and vehicles on the street. Occasionally, I hear loud laughter, but it only lasts for less than a second. Everything is dying. At this time, the sound of cars whizzing by and honking, no matter how loud it was, could not wake up everything that was sleeping.

Because of the cold winter, I feel that the winter scenery in our place is useless. "It's snowing here. When we get together tomorrow morning, we will see thick snow everywhere!" The other end of the phone was from Shanxi. It has already been snowing heavily there, and although it is indeed much colder, it is valuable, just like "when God closes one door for you, he will open another window for you." As for us, the wind is biting, dry and cold, and there is no impressive scenery. Although the temperature is about 10℃, for us, it is enough to make us complain - because I am a child from the south.

I originally liked rain, because rain can form a unique piece of music. It's a wonderful feeling to hear the rain hitting the eaves and windows at different times. But winter, no, I rejected my point of view. I began to hate rainy days, because it will make the already cold weather even colder and the atmosphere will become more and more sinking. I would complain and worry when I walked down the wet street. I complained about the bad weather and worried about the muddy water splashing on my trousers, because winter clothes are really difficult to wash. Although I don’t wash them myself, I will inevitably learn a lesson after getting dirty.

The rain becomes more and more sad as it falls