Top 16 best winter scene essays

How beautiful is the nature of the four new seasons, in the spring days the trees stretch themselves, blooming with green buds, like lighting up the green wishes for youth, listening to the chirping sound of cicadas in the summer days in the canopy of green trees, the days when the phoenixes bloomed red in a deep blue sky, then the autumn days with golden leaves full of fluttering, … But the most impressive thing for me is still the cold winter days, but can it be? It is these colds that make the warmth of human love.

Winter comes with cool monsoon winds, gray clouds covering the sky. The whole space seemed to sink into gloom, the street seemed to be empty of the fun of children, no longer the voices of mothers and fathers after afternoon markets or after hard working sessions. Perhaps, everyone is looking forward to going home early in this harsh weather. In the street, the fruit trees no longer have a wonderful scent, nor can they see the green leaves and flowers as in the summer days. Trees stand alone with their arid branches like skinny arms begging for some warmth from mother nature. The east wind swept away the last leaves, leaving a row of wilted trees on both sides of the road, no longer the green of flowers. However, inside those cold aridity is an abundant and intense source of life sap that is flowing non-stop in the tree trunk, always waiting for spring to offer green color to life, like a hot blood stream. flows in each person’s heartbeat. My friend also said that winter is the season of cold and death. But few people think that winter is the season of cherishing, the season of waiting for the day to bloom and beautify the green planet of man.

Contrasting with the bare forests standing in the cold rain in winter are long vacations in the “roof” of animals. Bears, nightingales, squirrels, bats, … have carefully prepared for a long stay in a warm, private house. The space seems to become darker, the street lights are dim, there is no passerby, the life and warmth in the winter suddenly become strangely fragile.

The winter wind has brought the world cold, but it is thanks to that cold that my family has the days to gather around the red fire, I am no longer playful and my parents are no longer busy with work. job. Because of that, I like winter very much, it is not only a season of cherishing and waiting, it is also a warm season, the warmth of people’s hearts, warm in the heartbeat.

In winter, if it doesn’t rain, the whole sky is not as bright as the sunny summer days, but instead, winter brings a gray sky, not the scene is always gloomy. The clouds in the sky didn’t seem to want to change their clothes but kept wearing a gray and white color. The sun was probably because the weather was so cold that he didn’t even bother to appear.

The rows of trees are lifeless, and every branch is shriveled. Just a cold wind blows, the remaining yellow leaves begin to fall, making the scene even more sad. Winter is like a picture lacking color when there are only two main colors of gray and white. From a distance, everything seems to be covered with a layer of fog, making the scene blurry.

Street vendors and flower vendors seem to have lost their way into another world while walking in that misty white mist. Rainy weather is even more gloomy and sad. Drizzles are not like showers that come and go or rain clouds. Drizzle is a kind of small rain, but it keeps raining, never knowing when to stop.

At a glance, people would think this rain won’t wet clothes, but no, drizzle can wet the whole body if walking in the rain. When it rains, the rows of umbrellas lie dormant to wait for spring to come – the season for the trees to sprout, this time the drizzle makes the willows and mother-of-pearl trees more sullen, even though the rain wants to be. Whatever, despite the wind howling, the trees were still there, silent and did not bother to sway.

The rain also makes the streets deserted. It’s deserted not only because of the rain but also because of the extreme cold that makes people, if anyone has a job, go out, otherwise no one will be sad to go out on such a drizzly and windy day. On the street, along the lakeside, there were only a few people passing by. It’s not that they like the rain or they like the winter, but they all have to go to the street to make a living, to make a living.

As for the motorcyclists, everyone wears a high shirt, then a hat, and a wool scarf to cover and only reveal 2 eyes as if to minimize the cold that can penetrate the skin. body. The drizzle also makes the entertainment areas that are lively and bustling on summer days are also quiet, without a sound. The rain comes, the monsoon comes, making the atmosphere or people feel more hesitant with nature.

But not everyone is like that, there are also many people, they like the feeling of cold, they like to enjoy the natural scenery only in winter without being mixed by any other season. Winter, the drizzly season also has its own distinctive features, its inherent charm, but that is each person’s own feeling because who can forbid their love for scenery and love for nature. However, for the country?

Spring, the season of vitality and youth, but not everyone loves and looks forward to the coming spring. I especially like winter, like to see winter like now.

People know winter until they feel the cold seeping into their skin, when the sun is afraid to wake up and shine, and when everything is too afraid to do its day-to-day activities. No longer the cold of autumn, which is gentle and calm, the wind shows its authority with each freezing cold, blowing away the fragile leaves. And the wind will sit there, in the trees, watching the trees gradually change their yellowed or crimson clothes to one without decoration, without color: just a calm brown color.

Will the tree be sad? No, for he knew it was a shedding for a coat much more beautiful in the spring: the green coat of life. And in those branches and leaves, the young shoots are nestling, growing in the cover of the tree trunk and the cold wind, waiting for a day to reach out and grow up. The whole winter is cold, where are the birds flying, but when it is cold, there are lovely penguins, right? Spring is the season for flowers to bloom, but there are still strong flowers that bloom in the middle of the cold December. In the high mountains, winter is the season of flower festivals and flower forests: the golden color of wild sunflowers, the blue hydrangea flowers, the pure white of mustard flowers and a few flowers. The red color of joyful life rests on the crimson poinsettia petals. Cold, boring? Those flowers don’t wait until spring to shine, they are most beautiful in winter months like this. A little bit of gloom to bring life to the flowers, a little bit of cold to let people know how brave and resilient they are! And the beauty of the new flowers is even more precious and worthy of respect.

Winter is not the season of festivals of the East, but it is the place where important festivals of the West take place. It’s great to be able to ski together, build a snowman in the middle of a white vast expanse, go to bed early to hope to receive Christmas gifts the next morning. Easter eggs and cozy winter parties are just right! Only in winter do we know how important warmth is, that holding hands is more than a thousand valuable gifts. I love to lie in my mother’s warm arms and sleep without worrying. How happy it is to be with your back, arms in the pocket of your father’s shirt, being carried by his father on the road where the last leaves are saying goodbye to his mother. And how cute is the new girl!

Do you prefer winter? I am still the same, still want to see my winter life and person. And spring, come slowly, don’t be too fast.

Monsoon flooding is also the time to signal that winter has come, the gloomy sky is no longer clear and the clouds drift away, replaced by a gray color. The cold was harsh and the streets were less hectic than usual. The wind brought with it a cold dry air that made the weather colder.

The eagle tree in front of my house has shed all of its leaves, leaving only its thin arms to survive in the cold winter day. In winter, the weather is cold, with drizzle and wind, so people have to close their doors and rarely go out because it’s cold. Sometimes on the empty streets, there are a few people working hard to sweep the piles of dried leaves after a cold windy night.

Early in the morning, no more birdsong, everyone is still in a long sleep, the sun lazily stretches out to wake up, it is also the time when people go to work. Everyone wears sweaters, thick coats, scarves, hats to fight the cold that freezes their hands. Outside the park, there was no sign of old people doing morning exercises.

The lake surface is as calm as a mirror without a single ripple of sadness because of the absence of the conversation of passersby. The city in winter is much gloomier, a long day goes by quietly, just waiting for that time, everyone rushes and returns home, flees the cold, returns to family to enjoy the warmth. the pressure of the pink fireplace and the wafting smoke from the supper.

The old man in winter is not warm enough to make everything sink into gloom, robbing fresh space as an inherent law of nature, causing people to shiver from the cold. But only when winter comes, and then spring comes, blowing into everything an overflowing vitality.

But perhaps winter is the most special because of the bitter cold, the north wind and the drizzle. It is winter now and the coldest day of the year. I curled up in a warm blanket that I didn’t want to get up because it was too cold. From the room, you could hear the howling wind. Out of the room thick fog, cloudy sky.

Scattered few yellow leaves are falling along with mischievous raindrops. The trees were bare and bare as if they were trying to resist the force of nature. Outside, there were a few silhouettes of people in warm cotton clothes and a raincoat over it.

Students in schools are also closed today. The scene of a silent lake and lake creates a feeling of coldness, the cold water cuts the skin and cuts the flesh. Now the only place I think about is the kitchen, the flickering fire evokes warmth. At this time, the whole family is sitting and chatting, while the mother is busy preparing breakfast for the family.

It was past noon and the sun still hadn’t come out. At six o’clock in the evening, the light gave way to a quiet night, only in winter there is such a phenomenon of short days and long nights. The sky is now overcast, with fewer stars and more fog than in the morning. A drizzle of chalk passed by. The lights had gone out, the atmosphere became quieter, only the sound of a dog barking in the distance echoed.

I really like winter because I can sit by the flickering fire and see the scenery as strange. People say this winter is colder than usual, but living in a warm house with love, I can say winter is not cold.

Winter – the season of the cold that one could say is cutting the flesh, even in many places there is snow, the water is as cold as freezing, the trees are no longer as fresh and green as spring and summer too, all are barren and poor. The daily life of everyone in my village in particular and those in cold areas in general also changes when the weather changes from season to season.

In winter, the sun rises later than in summer, so there is no change in sensing whether it is morning or not, in the summer around five o’clock in the morning we can see the scenery clearly, but still In winter it’s still as dark as night at five o’clock, and in the evening too, it gets darker faster in winter. We often hear the saying: “May night is not yet lying down / October is dark without smiling” that is, May belongs to summer and October belongs to winter.

My neighborhood is a small hamlet at the foot of the mountain, in the early winter mornings a fog covers the whole neighborhood, everyone wakes up later, so do we, in the winter the school will postpone the school time. It’s later so we don’t have to get up early, it’s cold, who wants to get out of the warm blanket, everyone has to wear very warm clothes, usually my house has a wood stove and everyone gathers to warm up. If it’s warm, anyone who has a job or we go to school, we have to prepare all the socks, gloves, hats, and warm clothes before going out.

The northeast monsoon blows steadily, bringing a numbing sensation to the skin. Winter is also sunny, but the rays are very weak, and there are especially frequent drizzle. The bare branches, thin leaves, vegetables this season often do not grow because it is too cold. In winter, there are frequent cold spells and cold spells. I often look at the weather forecast and often see places where the temperature drops too low so there is snow, although it is cold, it looks so beautiful.

After a day of work, everyone returns home and gathers around a cozy tray of rice. Winter is cold, but without it, how can it be called four seasons, if it is hot, there must be cold. Spring is over, summer is coming, autumn is over, then winter is over, so the four seasons cycle through each other, creating a variety of weather.

Early in the morning, fog covered the branches and lawns. The wind pushed the steam into the house, entangled people on the road. The wind blew clouds towards the river mouth at the end of the hamlet, the river’s water surface a dark blue color. Across the river is alluvial ground, looming rows of thin, leafless trees. Somewhere, echoing the sound of young birds calling to their flocks, scattered yellow leaves falling in the wind.

The old trees along the river stood contemplatively, silently watching the withering scene of the cold winter. There are trees broken after big storms, the sap in the trees is abundantly flowing. The breath of the ground suddenly became heavy, the steam from the river rose up a strong smell of silt, new earth.

On the eaves of the row of houses facing the river, the standing rain water is sobbing and falling, they seem to ask the river:

– River! Where does the river come from that there is so much water?

The river was still flowing abundantly, the water rushed to the east and swept away the purple hyacinths. Perhaps the hyacinth flower on that immense water does not know where it will drift.

On the riverbank, people chattered, they discussed the coming crop. On the banks of the ponds, farmers are draining water, betting the banks, some people carry crates to catch perch in the canals, to catch crabs that are crawling along the shore. They defied the harsh weather of the winter morning that covered the fields.

At noon, villages appear more clearly. Everyone comes home from work. People and hoes, shovels, cows and cows continuously piled up on the roads to the village. The field running along the river is a white color. Each plot of land is plowed by the farmer, waiting for the sun and rain to be in harmony, he will sow new seeds. The air is filled with a scent of rice water.

The pale winter afternoon falls, the kitchen smoke from the houses rises and mingles with the clouds, and the scene reappears in the dark blue space. The darkness gradually spread from the river surface, stretched on the sandy beach and poured into the village. Darkness like a black velvet curtain gradually covered the scene.

At night, the village is quiet, only the sound of insects rustling in the ground. On the grass by the roadside, crickets crept out to eat young grass and drink night dew. The fireflies flickered in the quiet velvet curtain. All houses close early. The wind was still blowing and the rain was still pouring on the porch.

Winter has made the landscape of my hometown bring a monotonous color, it seems to be withered by the harsh weather, but people are still enthusiastic about working. Farmers are still preparing to plant, always improving nature to give more strength to plants to germinate, waiting for the day to rise to welcome the coming spring. I feel my hometown is very close to me.

At the end of the first semester exam, I had a three-day break from school, and my parents let me go back to my hometown to live with my grandparents. It is winter now and this is the first time I have lived in the winter scenery of the village. Winter in the countryside has brought me very new feelings.

My father took me home early in the morning because he heard the weather forecast that in the evening there would be a cold front from the north. In the afternoon in the countryside, the sun is golden, the wind is gentle, the space is quiet and the weather is warm. But in the sky appeared more and more white clouds, and in the north dark clouds began to rise. My grandmother collected a cotton blanket to dry in the yard, looked at the sky and said, “It’s starting to go back to heaven. Tonight the northeast monsoon comes, it will be very cold.” True to what she said, in the middle of the night I was woken up by the howling wind, the sound of rain falling and the sound of leaves pouring down layer after layer outside. The weather turned cold as quickly as predicted. Pulling the warm cotton blanket over me, I still felt the cold seep into my skin.

As usual in the city, I get up early in the morning to go for a walk. Wearing warm clothes, wearing a tight hat, going out on the street, I still feel the cold wind hitting my numb face. The rain had stopped and the air was dry. The winter morning in the village is deserted and quiet. The strong wind made the branches sway and rustle. On the road, last night, the wind did the job of the janitor to collect fallen leaves in clusters. In the morning, yellow leaves continue to fall like butterflies chasing each other on the road. The two big rice trees at the top of the village, standing thoughtfully in the cold wind, have shed their last leaves, their branches are barren, dry and thin, darkening. The eagle tree at the turn to the village also has only a few red leaves hanging loosely on the thin branches.

Along the road, the dark brown grasses crouched down as if to avoid the cold wind. There are rows of casuarinas on both sides of the road, still wearing green, luxuriant, proudly reaching up to the sky as if welcoming winter. On this side of the road is a field that is entering the border, dark brown with a vast earth color. Across the road is a lush planting field with vast green cornfields, gray cornflowers fluttering in the wind, each leaf is blooming with plump young corns. The fields of bright yellow canola flowers, splendid and fluttering, brighten up the whole space. The beds of chrysanthemums and roses are brilliantly blooming, leaning as if they are shyly making love.

In the distance, there is a river as soft as a silk, flowing slowly with clusters of water hyacinths drifting quietly, a few fishing boats cowering, gliding slowly on the cold water. The scenery is as beautiful as in the pictures I have seen. And if I had a talent for painting, I would certainly have drawn in these beautiful images. From the beginning of the village, when I returned from the village, my hands and feet were cold, holding a bowl of hot rice that she plowed for, but people kept shivering.

A few days in the countryside, I had the opportunity to observe more closely the scene in the neighborhood. It was cold, the children wore warm, colorful sweaters and coats, playing around in the yard, not daring to go out. The usual mischievous dogs still hanging around the gates, barking loudly every time a stranger passed, also found them absent, must have crawled into a warm place in the house. Mother and daughter crouched under the eaves, the mother hen spread her wings to warm her cubs who were fighting to get into the mother’s wing to avoid the cold.

The poinsettias in front of the house burned bright red, the petals spread wide, reaching forward as if proud to be the typical flower of the village winter. Apparently in my hometown, most of the houses grow poinsettias. My grandfather said: “People plant poinsettias in front of their houses because they want their children to be successful and glorious. This plant is easy to grow, but in winter, the flowers bloom red and the whole tree is both beautiful and warm.” My village has just moved from the yard for more than ten years, so the land divided between each house is square and straight like a chessboard. Every house has a large garden.

In winter, in the garden, the beds of vegetables, young green lettuce race to grow, the cabbage plants curled up like blue flowers, neatly lined up. And it seems that the cold makes the worms more agile. They landed on the vegetable beds, quickly burrowing into the leaves to catch worms.

In the winter, the streets also become more sparse, people also hustle and hurry on the streets to quickly get to work or return home by the hot fireplaces. The sun man also seemed to be more lazy when he sent weak rays to the ground and returned home very early.

The trees lie dormant, silent, wearing bare skeletons that feel that just a light breeze can send the remaining leaves on the tree to a far away place. Heaven and earth are empty of birds chirping calling each other or playing on each leaf. The green grass on the side of the road or in the park also becomes gray and shrinks to fight the cold winter winds.

The moody flowers lying dormant are no longer racing to bloom in the morning sun with brilliant outfits like summer or spring. The lake surface in the distance is also half asleep, covering the surface of the lake, which is calm, not seeing the fish competing for bait or the pretty toads sunbathing on the green lotus rafts. Everything seems to be slower, more peaceful.

In the distance, there are pho shops with hot aroma and hot smoke. The sound of slurping, slurping, calling for food rang loudly. Somewhere, the street vendors are busy, sometimes hiding in the early morning mist, with shouts echoing like musical notes on a cold winter picture.

The space has only two colors of black and gray mixed with white mist. A winter picture, although not as colorful as spring or summer, has a very unique and profound expression in the soul. Walking on the streets to feel the wind, feel the cold of winter also makes the soul become calmer and more mellow.

Especially winter brings gentle drizzle. The rain is not enough to make us wet like the sudden downpours of summer, but it brings a smoldering smoldering into every fiber and the coldness of the north wind. On such days, sitting by the window sipping a cup of hot tea and looking out the window watching the raindrops fall on someone’s porch is really nothing more wonderful.

The hurried footsteps in the rain, the whispers of cold on the road of the people who work hard day and night on the road to make a living still adorn the winter picture with new brushstrokes. Each season brings its own beauty, a unique feature that no talented pen can fully portray.

Winter is also a favorite season for many people when they go for a walk together or catch a cold that is not as hot as summer. Winter or drizzle also has its own charm and charm and it is a personal feeling for each person because who can forbid the love for nature and all things.

I love looking at the sky on cold, drizzly winter days like this. When winter comes, the wind rushes into the skin, cutting into every fiber of the cold to numb the body. That cold makes people feel sluggish, just want to curl up in a warm cotton blanket and watch the sky and earth through the window.

Heaven and earth in the winter king is a bit gloomy and moldy, but it makes many people fascinated. The yellow leaves of the eagle yesterday were still fluttering on the towering branches, but today because of the rain and wind, the leaves fell back to the roots, lying dormant on the ground. Every now and then the wind blew and blew and the windows sounded cold.

When winter has more drizzly weather, no one seems to want to step out of the house. Just want to gather with relatives, next to the just-ignited fire, having more corn and potatoes to bake, it’s great. The garden on rainy winter days is also silent, only listening to the wind, the rustling of leaves rubbing against each other.

The heavy raindrops settled on the leaves of the trees, then fell lightly to the ground. The chicks looked at the rain, looked at the cold, and did not dare to come out of their mother’s mind and body. Just lying still, crying chirping looking at the sky and earth outside. The hen’s feathers are soaked with water to protect the chicks. Landscapes and people on winter days are sluggish, like a cocoon that has not been opened yet, lying dormant. Because maybe winter makes everything like that, when the spring sunshine comes, everything will wake up.

The chrysanthemums bloom late for the winter day that is drenched with rain, but it still stands firm, waiting for the rain to stop, the sun will come up and it will bloom again. Everything moves slowly, so does the clock. Although many people don’t like the rain in winter, I like this feeling, curled up in a blanket, looking out the window, seeing my mother’s figure hunched over the fire.

Looks like mom just started the kitchen. Mother said that rainy days in winter often make people sad and there are many nostalgia creeping into the heart. These days, my father is away from home, so the house is empty, and when I look back, I can only hear the footsteps of my mother and two sisters. Winter stirs in my heart, winter makes the whole family miss dad more. Rainy winter days, days I will probably miss a lot.

If someone asked me what my favorite season of the year is, I would immediately answer it’s winter. Perhaps in the opinion of many people, the cold of winter and sudden drizzle can bring trouble, but I find winter special because it brings new and impressive changes. space symbol.

In winter, the weather becomes cold, to combat the cold of the weather, everyone wears warm clothes. One of the reasons I love winter is because in winter, I will be wearing colorful woolen clothes and wearing cute gloves that my mother recently knitted. Winter not only brings a big change in the weather but also makes the surrounding scenery change accordingly, the winter weather is still blue but often drizzles, the trees are thin and bare. In the fall, in the winter, buds and buds begin to sprout. The raindrops on the young leaves are like beautiful dewdrops.

I love winter because in the severe cold of the weather, family meals become unusually warm. Although winter is harsh in terms of weather, it can bring beautiful images and impressions in my feelings.

The winter morning, though bleak and quiet, gave me a strangely warm feeling. One cold winter morning, I plucked up the courage to flip the blanket over and get up and walk around the neighborhood alone. The space is so quiet. The noisy market at this time still had no sellers. A cold wind blew coldly. The sky is overcast and heavy.

You guys are so strong, so strong, but now there is not a single leaf left, but they still raise their old, bare arms to the sky as if to fight fiercely against the harsh nature. harsh. The flower girls are moody, sad, ugly and pale. The whole space is empty of birdsong, roosters crowing, dogs barking.

All are still sleeping in the winter night. The surface of the small lake was strangely calm, not a single fish looked up to find bait, and there was no sign of a turtle on a small raft in the middle of the lake. In winter, no one wants to go out at this hour. Didn’t see any old people walking, and didn’t see anyone exercising in the park.

I hope the morning will come soon so that the sun will shine down even if it is a few weak rays to bring warmth and vitality to the scene here. It was a winter morning like any other winter morning. In the dreary, empty and cold landscape, we suddenly appreciate the sunshine, the warm things.

Winter gives us the feeling as if a person’s life will be sometimes sad, sometimes happy, sometimes painful, but also sometimes full of faith and hope. That’s why even though winter brings cold and drizzle, I still love winter.

Opening the window in the morning to welcome the cold weather, seeing the leaves blown away by the wind creating buzzing sounds, I know winter has come.

After having breakfast and putting on the warm clothes that my mother prepared, I sat in the back of my father’s car to go to school. The arrival of winter not only makes the weather cold, but also changes the surrounding scenery. The morning park is usually crowded with women, the girls go to exercise, this morning seems to be quieter, the small market near where I live is still so busy, but everyone seems to be more urgent in buying and selling. to return home. In the winter morning, there is also a lot of fog, especially if there are drizzle at night, the next morning there is a lot of fog, fog makes the space become blurry, my father and uncles. All traffic on the road goes slower to ensure safety and avoid collisions. In addition to the change in weather, the coming winter also brings life to the thin trees, no longer being alone in the autumn, winter comes with spring rains that make the sprouts sprout. emerge, new foliage sprouts as if giving the trees a new life.

At school, I see that you are also covered in beautiful colorful sweaters and coats. Therefore, the image of the school yard also becomes more colorful and special than usual. Although winter is cold but also very special, I will try to get up early every morning to receive the changes of the weather, the surrounding scenery outside the window to see the magic of nature.

I was born and raised in the North, so I can clearly feel the atmosphere and the change of all four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. If I had to choose one of my favorite seasons, it would probably be winter.

In winter, the weather will become cold, the appearance of drizzling rain makes the air colder. To keep warm, me and my friends will wear warm clothes, gloves, socks, in winter everyone looks so lovely, like teddy bears. The eagle tree in front of her classroom left glittering raindrops like dewdrops, looking out from the classroom window, the familiar eagle tree became strangely beautiful. The weather is cold and frigid but not because of that, my school yard is less crowded, friends from all grades come to the yard at every recess time, some friends play soccer, some friends play catch. . Winter makes me and my friends even more excited because when talking, there will be a special thin fog. After the teacher answered the question, we learned why when talking in the winter there is such a thin layer of fog, it is because the outdoor temperature is lower than the body temperature, so when When talking, there will be a magical thin mist. Discovering that secret, we all chatted more, both to share interesting stories and to witness the strange phenomenon.

I like winter very much, because in winter, I can wear warm clothes, witness miraculous changes from weather, scenery to changes in the human body.

Today is Sunday, I have the day off. Waking up in the morning, lying in bed listening to the wind howling outside, but not wanting to get out of bed. After getting up, brushing my teeth, washing my face, going to buy breakfast, I feel the cold of winter drizzle even more. Drizzle, raindrops are not as big as summer showers, but lasting. So is today. Listening to my mother say, it has been raining since last night, it is still raining this morning.

Each raindrop is not large, but brings the bitter cold of winter. I shudder at the thought of going to school today. Today, I was assigned by my mother to look after the store to help her mother go to pick up the goods. When leaving, my mother also had to wear a thick coat and then a raincoat to keep the cold out. Sitting in front of the store, the entire winter street in the drizzle appeared in my eyes.

The street is covered with a gray color of the winter sky. The drizzle made the streets wet. Occasionally, a motorbike passes by, everyone is wearing coats and raincoats outside. Even so, the cost of winter drizzle cannot be avoided. It seems that today’s weather makes everyone lazy to go out, everyone wants to stay in their warm house.

By noon, the rain had stopped, but there was still no sunshine. My mother went to pick up the goods and brought the three sisters a gift of a bag of sweet potatoes to bake. After eating, my mother looked after the shop for the three sisters to bake potatoes. It rained again. But sitting in the kitchen baking potatoes, the anticipation made the three of us not feel cold at all.

Potatoes are ripe, mother and daughter sit down to eat and talk together. After eating, the three of us went to study to prepare for tomorrow, and my mother sat watching the store and calculating the books. It’s winter, so it gets dark very quickly, it’s just past five o’clock in the afternoon, but it’s already getting dark. The street lights turned on but still did not make the street less gloomy. My mother and I clean up the food early, then cook dinner and watch TV together and go to bed at nine o’clock.

Ending a very cold Sunday but not so boring. I hope to go to school tomorrow, the drizzle will stop.

When the north winds come, winter is about to knock on the door of every house. Unlike the gentle winds of autumn, which only bring a bit of chill, the north wind makes everyone shiver because of the severe cold. The sky is no longer clear, and the sun is gradually fading. In the sky, there was only a gray color that could not help but evoke a feeling of sadness and gloom.

The trees in the garden had shed all their leaves, leaving only thin branches like thin arms that looked pitiful. The birds no longer sang hello to the new day every morning, perhaps they went together to the South to avoid the cold. The sun hid behind thick clouds, fell into hibernation to wait for the warm spring.

The drizzles, though not as noisy as the summer showers, make the cold even more bitter, penetrating deeply into every muscle. In the early morning, the fog spreads to make the nature more blurred, the picture of winter day seems to have only two colors of gray and white. In the midst of that fanciful scene, people and things seem to be mixed into a fairyland, hidden behind the mist.

In winter, people are also less likely to want to go out. In the street, everyone keeps themselves warm with thick sweaters and coats. In the cold weather, perhaps there is nothing better than sitting by the fire and cheering or cuddling in a warm cotton blanket.

The north wind beat on the window, thinking of the janitors who still have to stay up late to keep the streets clean and beautiful, I thank them for their diligence and sacrifice. In the midst of that bone-chilling cold, there are still small, wandering people who work hard to make a living for their daily lives. Winter is cold, but just love between people is enough to make the heart warmer.

Nature created winter perhaps to bring people closer together. Winter is not only gray sky, bone-chilling cold, winter will become warmer if we know how to transmit warmth in this life,