Winter composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone often sees composition. Composition is a literary style that is composed of words and expresses the meaning of a theme through language organization after human thought consideration. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? Below are the compositions about winter that I collected and compiled. I hope it can help everyone. Composition 1 of Cold Winter

No matter how cold the weather is, a steaming bowl of mutton soup can always drive away the cold and bring bursts of warmth.

The first time I had mutton soup in this shop was about 8 years ago, that is, the year I first moved here. It was the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and most of the restaurants in the usually bustling Fenghuang West Street were closed. Only a few shops were still showing light, and most of them were ready to close. Braving the cold wind, our family just searched the streets, but unfortunately everything was deserted.

At this time, a mutton soup shop with the lights still on and small drops of water still hanging on the door was enough to make people excited.

Opening the store door, a sense of warmth wafted out along with the aroma of mutton soup. Looking inside, the first thing you see is the iconic cauldron and the large chunks of partially cut mutton placed on the chopping board. The mutton was covered with a piece of white gauze, and on the side were a few hard and tough sesame seed cakes. The rest of the items seemed quite ordinary in comparison. There was nothing special about it other than being old-fashioned.

The boss enthusiastically brought the menu. "Boss, let's get a 100-yuan mutton soup!" "Okay!" The mutton soup was served and placed on the electric stove in the middle of the table. It started bubbling in a short time. The aroma begins to overflow. At this time, the mutton originally piled in the pot softened with the heating and soaked into the soup. But don't be in a hurry to eat it. The mutton in the pot needs to be cooked for a while before it becomes more delicious. The best time to taste is when the aroma completely overflows.

Put in a small bowl, take a sip of mutton soup first, then a sip of mutton, then a piece of tofu fruit, and finally a sip of vermicelli. After drinking it, everyone will say: "It's great!" Pair it with a piece of sesame cake. After eating, sweat will appear on your forehead, and it will be shiny. When a small breeze blows, you will feel refreshed, your body will be warm, and your heart will be warm.

Since this first encounter, our family has become a regular customer of this store. Later, even the owner of this store got to know us. The conversation between us also changed from "Boss, let's have a 100 mutton soup!" "Okay!" to "Boss, it's the same as usual!" "Okay!"

In the cold winter, Let a bowl of warm mutton soup comfort your cold stomach and heart! Composition of Cold Winter 2

Autumn comes and goes quickly. I was sitting in the yard of my hometown, and the golden color had unknowingly turned into pure white, quiet and peaceful. You can see familiar yet unfamiliar figures on the snow or on fallen leaves.

I don’t remember what month it was, but it snowed a lot and was quite cold in my hometown. Ice sculptures of car models and playful snowmen could be seen everywhere on the streets. In the early morning, people don't want to get up and stay under the quilt. The figure appeared at the end of the path, pushing a cart. He huffed and rubbed his hands together, his face was calm and expressionless. He looked at the hotel, but before opening the door, he took out the big broom from the car and gently swept up the snow.

"Sand--Sand--" The sound was eloquent, even and vigorous, as gentle as people's breathing. If you use too much force, you're afraid of disturbing people; if you don't use force, you have to sweep longer. But it’s so laborious that when people come out, they may not be able to finish the sweep. He had no choice but to swing the broom lightly and quickly.

The restaurant was open. He seemed to be afraid that he had overworked himself and had subsided after breakfast. He had no choice but to reach into his pocket, cough two or three times, shake his head and start sweeping again.

Ah, from him, I seem to see a person quietly sweeping the fallen leaves in the sky like flying geese in autumn. It's him, he remains unchanged, a city beautician who never misses in all seasons.

It was indeed him. In the blink of an eye, the snow and some garbage on the way were gone, and it had become completely new. The aroma from the restaurant wafted out. He swallowed and continued to scan.

In the light snow, I saw a snow lotus, standing among the snow-covered mountain cliffs. Although no one admired it or paid attention to it, it did not care about it and did not wither, bringing bursts of beauty to the mountains and forests. Youfang, it is indeed him.

He brings us convenience at the expense of himself. "It doesn't matter if you're a little tired. I'll be satisfied if everyone can feel good about it." This was his oath in the middle of summer. But in December of that year, this snow lotus withered silently. But his breath brewed into a pot of peerless fragrance. Composition 3 of Cold Winter

On this winter day, the cold wind slashed through my face like a knife, and my mother and I quickly got on the bus.

On the bus, the few people became more and more numerous. The bus was lifeless. Although the windows were closed tightly, it still felt cold and something was missing.

The bus stopped, a cleaning man got on the bus, and the bus started. The man swayed as the bus started and stopped. "Young man, my legs are not good, can you give me a seat?" The old man said to a young man in a tactful tone. The young man continued to look down at his phone and ignored the cleaning man. The old man didn't get a response for a long time... The old man was ignored, and the old man looked very embarrassed... Immediately, there were a lot of comments in the car, saying that this young man really didn't know how to respect the elderly. A truth we understand at our age: respect the elderly and offer up your seat when you meet an elderly person on the bus. I don’t know why, there was a chill in my heart...

At this moment, a childish voice passed through our hearts, "Grandpa, please sit here!" A little girl with pigtails, a red scarf swinging on her chest. "Thank you, little girl, you are a good child!", "No thanks, this is what our young pioneers should do." The little girl's pigtails shook as if to praise her.

When the young man saw all this, his face was full of shame. He gently carried the little girl to the seat. "Thank you!" the little girl said kindly. The young man smiled from the bottom of his heart. He smiled brightly...

Slowly, my mother and I also warmed up, and in the car, Because of this incident, everyone was chatting and laughing, and they were no longer so lifeless. The lyrics rang in my ears: As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world... I know; my mother knows too; all this is because of the love between people!

Love is everywhere, no matter what the weather is, even in the cold winter, the heart can be warm... Winter Composition 4

The gloomy sky is dripping with rain. The cold and biting wind blowing on the body heralds the coming of winter.

Winter was supposed to arrive at the end of October, but it arrived a month late. During this month, no one will know what the thing called winter has done or thought about in the space that belongs to it, so that it will be late.

Han Dong seemed to have encountered something sad in his space. When he came, it was accompanied by sometimes heavy and sometimes light rain. He seemed to be venting something. The cold wind made our lips tremble, and the cold wind that came without warning caught us off guard. I didn't want to get up from bed in the morning, and as a result, I was punished for being late. At noon, the quilt and pillow were reluctant to leave me, and they refused to let go of my hand no matter how much I tried to persuade them.

The arrival of winter has both good and bad aspects. The good thing is that running can be faster. Even if it is ten laps, you will not feel that you cannot continue. I don’t know why, but I can keep running longer in the winter than in the summer. The disadvantage is that more and more people are not paying attention to their health when they catch a cold. He dressed like a hero, but turned into a bear when he stepped out of the dormitory door.

This year’s winter is really unreasonable, it’s already a month late. If you don't treat us kindly and let us have a good winter, the weather is really unpredictable with its hot and cold weather.

The cold wind outside the window is biting, and less than half of the first semester of the third grade of junior high school is left. I lament how quickly time passes.

In the blink of an eye, the semester is over. In the blink of an eye, the high school entrance examination is coming. In the blink of an eye, our humorous and happy second class is about to disperse. Suddenly I hate why this winter has come so quickly. Composition 5 of Cold Winter

At dusk, light snow gradually began to fall in the sky, bit by bit, until this beautiful village was engulfed by snow. The world under night is like a castle with lights, turning into a snow-white cave overnight, and a long and wide river turned into a glacial lake overnight. All life fell into sleep this night, and the hills, plains, and woods near or far away... were covered in silver and looked particularly enchanting under the reflection of the snow. This clear night after the snow was lifeless.

In a quiet corner, a sad cry came from afar, breaking the silence of the cold night. That scream sounded as if it was far away, yet as close as it seemed, as if it was angry or forgiving, it was terrifying to hear! Oh, is it the old dog abandoned by fate, whining in the corner, really lamenting his life experience, or is he talking about the unfairness of fate? In that remote and cold house, there was a thin bed sheet, some torn pants and clothes, and a body that was frostbitten by the wind and snow. Whenever I saw this scene, it was like seeing what the Chinese teacher said before. The little match girl, the matches in her matchbox are all longing for herself. The first one is to see her long-missed grandma, the second one is the longing for food, and the last ones are longing for her grandma to take her away. Although They were all fantasies, but those were what she really wanted, and in the end she could only die in a corner with no one around.

In the vast sky, silently watching the lower realm, it becomes more and more mysterious. Behind the snow, the moonlit night revealed its gray-white face, shedding cold light on the world, making people feel even more chilly; with her company, there were only a few cold stars, and they could only feel the desolation of the cold.

Ah, the picturesque night is full of fear and cold for the birds. While they are suffering, the biting cold air is flowing through the forest, wreaking havoc, and the cold wind is blowing. It woke them up again, and they only looked forward to the long Weiyang night coming to an end and being replaced by a dawn full of sunshine. Composition 6 of Cold Winter

In recent days, the weather has become much colder. I don’t know when snowflakes fell from the sky. The snowflakes soaked my eyes, and my heart was full of coldness and bitterness.

The final exam results came out, and my grades were like a roller coaster, rushing from the highest point to the lowest point without any warning. I stared blankly at my report card, feeling so sad that I couldn't get rid of it. I didn't know how to explain it to my mother.

The school bell rang, and most of the students left the classroom excitedly. Only I watched blankly as they left one by one. I clearly saw the study committee member turning back and smiling at me when he left. The smile was particularly dazzling, as if full of pride and sarcasm, and the smile pierced my heart like the tip of a needle. The study committee member who usually lags behind me actually ranked first in our class this time!

The snow was still falling, and I walked slowly home from school. Before I knew it, I had walked under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard of the community. I looked up and suddenly saw a man standing on the balcony of my house, constantly looking at my way home. She is my mother, and she is looking forward to my coming home. I seemed to see the expectation and anxiety in his eyes, and the endless waiting turned into worry and uneasiness.

I returned home, and what greeted me was my mother’s warm and expectant eyes. As my mother took over the schoolbag that was weighing heavily on my shoulders, she said lovingly: "The teacher has already told me your grades. It doesn't matter if you fail the test by chance. Although winter is very cold, spring will come soon, Mom I hope you can do well in the exam next time, you will always be the best in my heart!”

My mother’s words are like the warm sunshine in winter, bringing me a lot of warmth and encouragement. I walked into my house and saw the walls covered with certificates. The outstanding achievements and honors I had achieved in the past came to mind one by one. I sat at my desk and thought quietly.

I know that I am very capable. I did not do well in the exam this time because I was under too much pressure and was too nervous during the exam. I also know that as long as I adjust my mentality, face the exam positively, and don’t value the results too much, I will definitely I will find my original self.

This winter vacation, I will study hard and accumulate myself. I look forward to better grades in the new school year, and I look forward to a better future. Composition 7 of Cold Winter

"There are several plum trees in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone." A beautiful scenery in winter, but no one appreciates it...

One morning in winter, the sun has not been seen for a long time. The ground stuck out its lazy head. I curiously observed the process of snow melting into water. Suddenly, a string of vermilion broke into my eyes. I moved cautiously, fearing that this "new species" would be scared away by me. I gently stirred the ice on the ground with a branch. This "new species" was gradually discovered by me. When I saw its true appearance in Lushan, I was filled with shock. This is a broken branch, covered with snowflakes, and even one section is covered with ice. But the plum blossoms above are still red, and its cinnabar-like red seems to be fighting against the white world. It is like a lava in the ocean; like a star in the dark night; like an oasis in the desert. It seems to symbolize all the vitality in this cold winter, and all the beauty and sparkle of life are concentrated in this bunch of plum blossoms.

Plum blossoms can be said to be ordinary or ordinary, and they can be said to be strange or strange.

Plum blossoms are not as noble as peonies in appearance; nor are they as holy as lotuses; plum blossoms are not even as good as the epiphyllum that blooms for only a few seconds at a time, without its stunning splendor. From this point of view, it seems to be useless. But it has a tenacity unmatched by any flower.

There are many legends about why plum blossoms only bloom in winter. I believe in the "Proud Plum Blossoms": According to legend, a long time ago, an army was besieged in the mountains by the enemy and had no food. It was winter at that time, and the soldiers were hungry and cold, but no one surrendered. In the end, they fought a last-ditch battle. The enemy was killed without leaving any trace of their armor, and they only had one ordinary soldier left. He looked at the blood everywhere and found that a dead tree came to life and was full of red flowers. So, he took the tree back to his hometown and took good care of it. Because this army is called "Plum", the tree is also called plum tree, and the flowers are also called plum blossoms, and they bloom only in winter.

Looking at this bunch of plum blossoms, I couldn’t help but be fascinated. Yes, no one noticed such a proud and beautiful flower.

If you have a pair of eyes that discover beauty, you will definitely be able to discover the "flame" in this cold winter. Composition 8 of Cold Winter

With my blocked nose, I could hear my own heavy breathing.

I tortured myself until after eleven o'clock.

The sound of milk tea in MP4 still makes me feel warm, late at night in this cold winter.

However, I was actually "reduced" to the point where I had to rely on her or his voice to fall asleep!

Before lying down, I flipped through a few pages of "August is Young" by Annie Baby - I rarely read Annie recently. I bought this book a long time ago and it has been placed beside the bed without being turned over. Previously lent to students. I have struggled with this issue for a long time. At their age, they are not suitable for reading these dark words. However, I don’t know how to reject them. I think, next time, I will lock the book in the drawer.

Before falling asleep, I sent a message to J, but there was no reply. Later, I actually fell asleep clutching my phone. When I woke up in the morning and saw an unread text message lying in my inbox, my nose felt a little sore.

On the only morning I got up early, I went for a morning run with my students to the hill across the road. After coming back, I caught a bad cold. He blocked his nose and lectured them in a hoarse voice. That sound didn't seem to come from my throat. Standing top-heavy on the podium, I truly experienced the feeling of "separation of body and soul".

My open class ended the day before I caught a cold, so I suddenly felt that occasionally, I was a little lucky.

The students are still naughty, and sometimes I make trouble with them.

The atmosphere is great. Makes me feel much younger. Many times, I envy them. Their world is always so pure and simple. At noon, I would stand on the balcony on the second floor and watch them playing ball on the playground, and I would always smile involuntarily.

I don’t really want to speak, my throat has not fully recovered, and it will hurt slightly if I talk too much. Also, I found my nasal drawl to be unpleasant to listen to.

Today is actually a nice sunny day, as if yesterday’s rain was just a dream.

In another week, you should be able to rest, right?

Starting to miss home again. Composition 9 of Cold Winter

I once had a trip that ended in failure, and the chill in my memory is still impressive.

I stared wide-eyed at the peaks of Zhangjiajie. The thick fog refused to dissipate, but the sky was getting darker and darker, and the ice covering the pine needles was getting stronger and stronger. The wooden ladder was covered with ice and mixed with bits and pieces of snow. The cold air penetrated into the skin, causing a numbness in the scalp.

"The higher the mountain, the thicker the snow. We have wasted so much time, and it seems that we are the last team today!" A man in his forties or fifties complained in the crowd, and some People also sighed. My parents were silent at first, but at this time they gently squeezed my hand and said, "You may not be able to go back until very late tonight, so you have to be patient." The wind blew up the thin raincoat, making a slight sound. . I nodded.

The group of people just walked back along the original mountain road. Night had come, and they were surrounded by darkness. The light of a few flashlights looked very bleak. There were other children in the same team. Because there was snow on the road, everyone walked extra carefully. There was no crying. I took it for granted that such darkness and cold should make people feel scared, especially children, but they held their parents' hands so obediently and walked step by step.

The surroundings are so quiet, and all living things seem to be sleeping. The cold air prevented us from sensing the front. I carefully grasped the handrail, the soles of my shoes rubbed against the snow, and a chill came from my heels. My mother looked at me, then took off her raincoat and put it on me. Just when I was wondering, I felt that my body was much thicker and still had the warmth of my mother. "That's much better, isn't it?" She smiled. This is of course, but what should the mother do? I saw my father give his raincoat to my mother, and we grinned.

Family love is the fire in this cold winter, giving me courage and strength. No matter how hard it is to melt the ice, it will melt here. Composition 10 of Cold Winter

Accompanied by the cold winter season, you came gently, and faced the warm sunshine, you left gently. Pieces of ice are blown down, turning and jumping like flying angels, dancing into a world of pure white ice and snow.

During the day, when the first light of dawn shines on the earth, people wake up from their sleep one after another, preparing to face a new day. Opening the door, a gust of cold wind blew in, sweeping the sky full of flying snow, which was beautiful and beautiful. Taking steps, one step at a time, leaving a long mark on life, witnessing people's busy and fulfilling day. Standing between the heaven and the earth, quietly listening to the sound of snowflakes falling on the body, so soft and touching, like a mother's singing to care for her baby, and like a whisper in a lover's ear. As a result, the whole world is like a gentle trap, making people unconsciously and deeply intoxicated.

At night, when the last ray of sunset in the cold winter dissipates in the horizon, the scattered snowflakes repair the wounds left by the busy day on the earth, silently, quietly and peacefully. Through the window, the cold winter night highlights the gentle and hazy beauty under the reflection of snow, which makes people feel warm and romantic. Looking at the flying and rotating pieces of edelweiss, people can't help but have the idea of ??dancing with them. Wearing white gauze and stepping on jade plates, they are beautiful and romantic, coexisting with heaven and earth. From now on, the world will last forever.

Snowflakes are produced because of winter, and winter is beautiful because of snowflakes. The cold winter makes people feel warm because of the romantic white snow; the snow on thousands of mountains makes people feel free and uninhibited because of the cold winter.

The late snow in the cold winter can only be appreciated by savoring it slowly.

The sky is high and the sky is high. As long as you carefully discover and comprehend with your heart, you can discover the mysterious beauty of nature. Composition 11 of Cold Winter

The messenger of cold winter summoned the wind and rain, and the drizzle covered the city with a thin veil.

After several consecutive days of rain, many small puddles appeared on the sidewalk. "Bata, bah" the pedestrians walked in a hurry, splashing one or two small water splashes from time to time, and soon disappeared... In the cold winter, maybe the hurried passers-by have no time to take care of this.

My father and I stood on the side of the road holding an umbrella, waiting for my classmate’s car. It has been a while. I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands together. From time to time, I look at the road in the distance, then move back, and then move back again. There was an endless stream of vehicles in front of me, one after another flying past my eyes, but my "goal" was never there. The north wind doesn't show mercy at all, it blows by mercilessly, and time slows down like solidified ice. I puffed up my cheeks and blamed myself: "This guy, at this time, there is still no one here?"

Suddenly, a warm current surrounded my neck, and a white scarf wrapped me tightly. Seriously, it turned out that the father next to me took off his scarf and wrapped me up. "Hurry, don't freeze." Dad said with a smile. I shook my head and wanted to refuse, but my dad wrapped me up tighter without any hesitation. Even though I was wearing several clothes, I was still shivering from the cold. You know, my dad just wore a simple coat in order to accompany me out in a hurry. , he chased me out after wearing a scarf, and now, he gave me the warmest scarf...

The cold wind and drizzle rushed towards me mercilessly, and my father's body shivered slightly. , the figure was reflected in the puddles at our feet, looking unusually tall... Tears rolled in my eyes. The love in the cold winter made me extremely warm...

The car of my classmate’s mother is here , the blame in my heart has disappeared without a trace, and I am full of gratitude. In this cold winter, I will remember this warmth. Composition 12 of Cold Winter

In winter, the north wind howled, the snow fell, and the streets were desolate. But in that winter, the little girl’s warm smile melted the ice in my heart.

Walking on the street, the cold wind blew mercilessly on my face, and the pedestrians on the road wrapped themselves tightly in clothes. "It's so cold! People are complaining about the cold weather.

Inadvertently, I saw a little girl showing a sincere smile to a beggar who was huddled in the corner. She squatted beside the beggar. In front of him, he handed the bread in his hand to the skinny beggar and said childishly: "Uncle, are you hungry? Eat it quickly! "

The angry beggar's eyes were filled with gratitude. His Adam's apple moved. He took the bread and ate it with a big gulp. At this time, the little girl smiled, smiling like a rhododendron in the mountains. Beautiful.

Her smile touched my heart. In that cold winter, she was like a warm sun that melted the ice in my heart and taught me to care for others!

This winter, my mother and I went shopping for winter clothes. I walked excitedly on the street and couldn't restrain my joy of buying new clothes. But at this time, I saw an old man in ragged clothes. In this cold winter, I only had a few thin clothes to wrap my thin body.

I looked at the shivering grandpa and felt sour in my heart. I had been saving myself for a long time. I gave the pocket money to the grandpa. Although the money was not much, it was a sign of my care for the grandpa. The grandpa took the money, his eyes were full of gratitude, and I also showed a proud smile. I thought, maybe I am warm. My mother nodded to me in the affirmative.

That little girl taught me how to care for others, which will be inexhaustible for me. With unbeatable spiritual wealth, I will treat everyone around me with sincere love. Bitter Winter's Composition 13

I am an extremely ordinary primary school student.

To be honest, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being an ordinary person, but it just so happens that my good friend is a “little Xishi” with an extraordinary appearance, who is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I was very envious of her, but at some point this envy turned into jealousy.

When I was sad, she comforted me, but I said she was jealous; when I was happy, she was happy for me, but I said she ruined my fun; when I was angry, she tried to persuade me, but I said she was nosy. When she was sad, I was sarcastic to her.

One time, when the teacher handed over the diary, maybe it was God’s will that she sent me her diary. My curiosity prompted me to open her diary, and in a place with obvious water damage, I saw this sentence: "I regard Tongtong as my best friend, and I thought she also regarded me as her best friend." . But I seem to have thought wrongly. I don’t know where I didn’t do well enough..."

My eyes are moist for some reason. When I looked at her again, she happened to be looking at me, with her eyes showing infinite trouble, infinite sadness, and even great disappointment. It was completely incomparable to her sunny self before.

Maybe the wind can’t stand it anymore and brings a little bit of coolness. May the wind enter my heart and take away all the gray layers in my heart!

"I'm sorry, Shanshan! I really want to see your bright smile again and hear your crisp singing voice... Please forgive my selfishness and jealousy..."

Shanshan's eyes showed infinite surprise, she ran over and we hugged each other tightly, finding the truest beauty among good friends!

Nowadays, many things have been forgotten, but the excitement she felt when she forgave me is still in my heart, so warm! Winter Composition 14

Winter has arrived, and snowflakes are flying.

On New Year’s Eve, the snow is flying very festively.

The winter in my childhood was very cold. But I was very happy. It’s the Chinese New Year, so naturally there will be some delicious dishes. I like my mother’s fish soup. Such a big fish immediately became a well-behaved child in the mother's hands. No matter how much the mother put it into the pot, it would not jump around in the pot. After the stew was done, my mother put it in a large white porcelain bowl and served us the fish soup with a large spoon. The soup is as white as milk and tastes very fresh. There is some tofu in the soup. The tofu is white, and the fish meat is also white. When they are mixed together, you can't tell what is what. You can only guess that you can taste the fish meat and tofu. The heat is very good, the soup and fish both have the taste of tofu, and the tofu is mixed with the taste of soup and fish. Of course, this is not New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s just cooked to warm us up because it’s too cold in winter. But I felt that this was just an early meal, the same as the New Year’s Eve dinner.

In the twelfth lunar month, I made an appointment with some friends to go hiking together in the morning. When we were tired on the mountain, we sat down and exchanged food with each other. The mountain is a bit humid, mist drifts halfway up the mountain, and dewdrops are on the leaves and flowers. We sat in a small pavilion on the mountainside, telling each other jokes, or eating some cakes and other food together. Talking and laughing all the way up the mountain. Along the way, the songs of birds can be heard from time to time. It was very cold at the top. Even though we were wearing coats and cotton-padded jackets, we were still shivering. The tips of our noses were red from the cold and felt as cold as ice to the touch. So we cuddled together to keep warm. When our respective temperatures were enough to resist the sudden cold snap, we gently let go of our hands and drank some water to soothe our thirsty throats. Then, we leaned together and looked up at the golden sun in the sky. The mountain wind passed between us, and the warm sunshine shone on us, making us feel particularly comfortable. The sun was rising higher and higher, and it was time for us to go back, so we returned the same way and waved goodbye at the foot of the mountain.

In winter, it’s very cold.

But in winter, with family and friends, the feeling of cold begins to change.

Even now, when I think about it in the cold winter, I can still feel the slightest warmth. Winter Composition 15

In the morning, the alarm clock rang again. I got up reluctantly. I opened the window and the biting cold wind blew in my face, making me shiver involuntarily. I complained in a low voice: "With this damn weather, why don't we take a holiday soon!" I put my schoolbag on my back and went out with a sad face. It was colder outside than indoors. I shivered a few times and wrapped my clothes tighter.

There is a thick layer of snow on the ground. Suddenly, a small steamed bun shop appeared in front of me. The store manager shouted: "I'm selling steamed buns, I'm selling steamed buns..." There was a long queue in front of the shop, mostly people rushing to go to work. The heat radiated from the steamer, seeming to dissipate a lot of the cold air. I was wondering, why did they get up so early? Aren't they afraid of the cold? I continued walking in the direction of the school. A traffic policeman stood majestically on the roadside. Although there were not many cars on the road, the traffic policeman still stood at his post. Although his face was red from the cold, he did not show any chill. The traffic policeman straightened his back, as if he was born with a body that was not afraid of the cold.

We will arrive at the park soon. Just around the corner from the park is the school. A few days ago, there were some people doing morning exercises in the park, some running, some dancing. But the weather has been too cold these days, so I don’t think many people will come down. But I was wrong. Not only did the number of people in the park not decrease, there were even more people. Some were old people, and people were chatting and laughing. It was very lively.

I feel warm in my heart, and I am shocked by these people who are not afraid of the severe cold, insist on working and exercising. It turns out that there are also warm things in the cold winter! I didn't feel cold anymore, I was even sweating a little, and I went to school with my head held high.