1月11日晴外面寒风呼呼地吹,天乌蒙蒙的,路边的小树弯着腰。此时此刻,在这个世界上已没有什么热量了。我和爸爸走在回家的路上,强烈的风使我们难以快速行走,我的手已经被冻得红红的,甚至比冰还凉!风刮得更加猛烈了。我被寒冷的风吹得都快冻住了。“冷吗?”一个和蔼熟悉的声音“跑”进了我的耳朵里。爸爸看我连嘴都不想 January 11 clear outside the cold wind whistling, sky over Mongolia, the roadside tree bent over. At this moment, there is no heat in this world. My father and I walked home on the road, strong winds made it difficult for us to walk quickly, and my hands were frozen red, even cooler than ice! The wind was even more violent. I was quickly frozen by the cold wind. “Cold? ” A familiar sound “Run ” into my ears. Dad, I do not even think I look