冬天到了,天空不断扬起了雪花,路边的柳树掉光了叶子,在风中瑟瑟发抖。寒风呼呼地吹叫着,怒嚎着,如老虎的叫声。寒风又像一把锋利的刀,毫不留情地刮在我小小的脸蛋上。我把衣服按得紧紧的,可风还是可以从我的脖领子灌进我的身体里。我紧紧地按着厚厚的羽绒大衣,从商 The winter is over, the sky is constantly rising snowflakes, the roadside willow lifted the leaves, shivering in the wind. Cold wind whistling, angry howling, such as the tiger’s call. Cold wind like a sharp knife, mercilessly scraped on my little face. I pressed the clothes tight, windy or can be poured into my body from my neck collar. I pressed the thick down coat, from the business