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It was a year winter...
The cold weather has forced near my helpless, cant, had to hide in that open central heating in restaurant. A cup of blue mountain coffee, heating, soon sight was foggy... Gradually, with a blue caught my eye, drill and mist blue mixed with changing, have made me to all things have become accustomed to the eyes. Deeply intoxicated in it. Intoxicated "little brother" took me back to reality. I subconsciously looked around, all around are adults, should be called me, I remove the coffee, want to see who it was, but after remove coffee, I once again look for a head of long mane, a drill, small blue coat, a symbol of knowledge under the glasses have a pair of watery big eyes. Is a "little brother" pull my from drunk back to reality, "oh, sister, why? Besides, we also dont know?" "You dont know me but I know you ah, you are li LAN brother. He also often stunned is not a good thing." "Oh, thank you for your sister teachings" I am ashamed to scratch a brief nod. "Hey, brother also like coffee, blue mountain and mocha." "Blue mountain, after the first acerbity sweet taste very nostalgic, also his origin is my yearning. The fog in London, and at the university of Cambridge, Cambridge the Banks make brother." ": oh, brother also like English." "Of course, thats the most beautiful cities in Europe." So we through the British common topic, chatted for a whole day, from then on we became friends, this is my best friend, is also the only friend.
Winter is cold, but when the friendship with our heart, we will feel warm for long, let us together diligently to feel warmer winters of the stranger. - afterword.
The weather in winter is a set of all the phenomena in a given atmosphere at a given time.
It also includes interactions with the hydrosphere.
它同样包括水圈的相互作用。 The term usually refers to the activity of these phenomena over short periods （hours or days）， as opposed to the term climate, which refers to the average atmospheric conditions over longer periods of time.
When used without qualification, weather" is understood to be the weather of Earth. 如果没有限定的条件，人们对于气候的`理解就是地球的天气。
There are four seasons in a year, spring means reborn, the trees become green and the flowers get boom. In the summer, the weather is hot while in the autumn, the weather is cool, the winter means cold. Among the four seasons, I like the winter best, though it is cold, I enjoy the weather. I don’t have to bear the hot weather, when I sleep, the warm makes me feel so comfortable, I have the good sleep. What’s more, I can play the snow, I like to build all kinds of snowmen, I play with my friends, we are enjoying the moment. I like winter so much, it brings me so much happiness.
The practice of cool breeze blowing, the slightest winter rain into a misty veil, looking up, the rain gently toward my cheek. Although the window is not a new green, but the faint dark yellow with the wind and rain figure tilted.
Suspected winter also magic, blue sky is also floating on a layer of vast gray. Fog the same rain falling in the piece of yellow leaves on the rain, the rain on the leaves rippling ... ... rain gradually big up, can still be gentle. At this time, the fine rain gently jump between heaven and earth, "tick - tick" to heaven and earth. Hand in the rain across a beautiful arc, but suddenly found a few flowers in the winter blooming lavender flowers: lavender petals surrounded by golden flowers, some petals were destroyed by the rain, still appears Tingting jade Stand. I have some points in the end is the spring rain or winter rain, but what is the relationship between it? No one felt cold biting, it felt very refreshing.
Rain is still under the rain, the slightest rain fly down, moisten the world thing. Reverie with the wind and rain drift, leaves caught in the rain, from my head slowly passing. Rain and gradually, gradually, small. Like a kindly grandmother, gently stroked my face, with infinite fantasy. The rain is like a naughty little brother, in my head sprinkled with thin sugar, but also kept saying: "eat, eat it!" I helplessly shrugged.
The rain is getting smaller and smaller, the horizon actually appeared in the golden sun, the rain gradually faded. The rain has a beautiful landscape, not a rainbow, but the sun! Rain is still under the rain from a layer of rain into a few rain Everything is clear and bright. The rain is no longer lightly bouncing, as if already tired, but not yet do, seize the time to play about, look at the winter scenery. The rain little by little to converge their own, only to see the distant Jisi naughty rain is still nostalgia, a long time do not want to reach the ground.
Morning, the weather is particularly cold, the temperature dropped to minus 8 degrees. Open the door to see, ah! On the ground, the house, the distant mountains have been piled a thick layer of snow, foot two feet deep, the whole earth into a silver wrapped world. The village side of the tree, the chimney cap on the top, but also full of snow, far from looking, really like a big cotton, the earth dressed more beautiful, goose feathers continue to be the same snow. Whirring of the north wind is still kept blowing, snow like a girl, flying all over the sky.
The village people have to get up, opened the door, raised the stove.
We are not afraid of cold, early in the morning, put the snow in front of the sweep, sweeping the snow, we have some clothes to wear cotton, leather cap, and some wear masks, around the scarf. Everyone back the bag, braving the snow, facing the cold wind, walked a difficult pace, walked to the school. Although the snow deep wind, but no one called difficult, fell and climbed up, continue to move forward.
We passed a room, saw the grandfather of the room, the grandmother around the fire. Small cat also hid in the room, it is cold. Tightly leaning against the grandfathers legs, through the furnace warm body, from time to time made a meow call, as if to say: "how cold ah!
Winter morning is an extraordinary morning, although it is cold, but full of spring everywhere.