I like winter, because winter bone-chilling winds can always make me hot heart calm down, and snow can let me forget all the unpleasant.
Looking at the street had bare trees, they covered a layer of white as winter coat. At that time, I will grow new leaves in the spring of next year and feel rejoice. Looking at this desolate scene, I always think of the famous words: "if winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Fantasy in your heart for a piece of the awaken of spring is abundant。