一个特殊的季节

冬天是一个特殊的季节。

冬天刚来的时候，和其他季节不一样。街道旁的树，一棵接一棵，都脱下了厚重的绿色风衣，光秃秃的树枝，站在寒风中，仿佛在向我们展示他的耿直和骄傲。然而，尽管如此通畅，它仍然不受干扰。

他不抱怨也不后悔。他只是默默的站在那里，宁汉风在折树枝的时候都不会弯直腰。当第一场雪来临时，神秘的冬天变得美妙了。当我醒来的时候，天已经亮了。停在窗前，我看到窗外一片白茫茫。雪发出明亮的光，足以让人爱上这一切。万籁俱寂中，傲立的枝头上堆起了几厘米厚的长长的雪条，不时有一片雪花滑下来，发出“砰”的一声巨响。房子也是纯白色的，屋顶和屋檐上有圣洁的雪脚印。那雪，像风中扬起的柳絮，像仙女一样飘在空中，经过无数个美丽的转身，悄然落在地上，有“润物细无声”之美。雪还在下，但孩子们忍不住了。他们冒着小雪，跑到松软的雪地上，看着雪花像仙女一样从天而降，纷纷伸出双手。形状各异，悄然消融。打雪仗和堆雪人是只有冬天才能玩的游戏！孩子们跑着、笑着、跳着、闹着，在雪地上留下脚印。画

走在这种柔软的“绒面被”上，真是一件惬意的事情！柔软的雪被，我想没有人会想离开！在这样的柔软中，即使跌倒，也是幸福的！走在上面，只听到雪吱吱作响。感觉太美妙了。你可能想不到，雪摩擦鞋底的声音，曾经让我觉得那是世界上最美的声音。如果我遇到另一个，雪后的窗户明亮而清澈，那就更有趣了。抬头看千树万树梨花开的景象，低头看洁白透亮的洁身自好，也许这才是世界上最美妙的感觉。如果这样的天踩几下后，慢慢融化的雪就粘在了未能融化的雪上，不一会儿，鞋头就沾满了白色光亮的小雪块。踢在地上，一大块飞到空中又掉了下来。它们落在了我的头发上，落在了我的身上，甚至落在了我的睫毛上，挂在睫毛上的小雪花在笑声中变成了水滴，快乐地飘落下来。

冬天，坚强而骄傲，洁白而美丽，优雅而纯净。我喜欢这样的冬天！

Winter is a special season.

When winter just came, it was different from other seasons. The trees next to the street, one by one, have taken off their heavy green trench coats, bare branches, standing in the cold wind, as if to show us his uprightness and pride. Yet, despite being so unobstructed, it remains undisturbed.

  He does not complain or regret. He just stood there silently, Ning Hanfeng would not bend his straight waist when he broke the branches. When the first snow comes, the mysterious winter becomes wonderful. When I woke up, it was dawn. Stopping in front of the window, I saw a vast expanse of white outside the window. Snow glows bright enough to make people fall in love with it all. In the utter silence, long snow strips several centimeters thick were piled up on the proud branches, and from time to time a piece of snow slipped down, and there was a loud "bang" sound. The house is also pure white, and there are holy footprints of snow on the roof and eaves. The snow, like catkins rising from the wind, floated in the air like a fairy, and after countless beautiful turns, it quietly fell on the ground, with the beauty of "moistening things and making no sound". The snow was still falling, but the children couldn't hold back. They braved the light snow, ran to the soft snow, watched the snowflakes fall from the sky like a fairy, and stretched out their hands one after another. The shapes are different, and they melt away quietly. Snowball fights and snowman builds are games that only winter can play! The children ran, laughed, danced, and made noises, leaving trails of footprints on the snow. picture

Walking on this soft "suede quilt" is really a pleasant thing! The soft snow quilt, I think no one will want to leave! In such softness, even if you fall, you are happy! Walking on it, I only heard the snow creaking. It feels so wonderful. You may not think that the sound of snow rubbing against the soles of my shoes once made me think it is the most beautiful sound in the world. If I meet another one It is even more interesting when the windows are bright and clear after the snow. Looking up at the scene of thousands of trees and pears blooming, and looking down at the white and translucent cleanliness, perhaps this is the most wonderful feeling in the world. If such a day After stepping on it a few times, the slowly melting snow adhered to the snow that failed to melt, and in a short while, the toe of the shoe was covered with small white and bright snow blocks. Kicked on the ground, a large piece flew up in the air and fell down. They landed on my hair, on my body, and even on my eyelashes, and the little snowflakes hanging from my eyelashes turned into water droplets in laughter and fell down happily.

Winter, strong and proud, white and beautiful, elegant and pure. I love winter like this!