winter

Cold, a ruthless angel. Whenever she walks by your side, there is no smell, a chilly charm, long, impermanent, making you curl up, and a drop of hot sweat in your hand is instantly turned into a dead one. memory……

Campus, warm atmosphere. Can be destroyed by the cold.

On the basketball court, the air is mixed with the cold atmosphere, which makes people feel very strange to the campus.

"It's so cold!" I drummed the red face in the white, locked my brow, and spit in the heat. The heat was like a smoggy smog. The whole person sucked the smoke and could clearly see the color of the gas. . Everyone runs in the basketball court, you chase me, I chase you, the wind does not dare to neglect, then it follows, the cold is like an invisible chain, cold and stunned to hold everyone's clothes.

Wu Guangyuan's blush is like a wax plum, and the bloody lop ear is also frozen like a jelly. It seems that if you touch it, it will scream. "Cold!" Feng Yiwen, who ran on the side, quickly stopped, and the hot palms were frozen by the cold magic, and the two calves snored. He juggled a piece of crumpled paper towel from his pocket, and his two half-eyed eyes lined straight down, staring at the clear nose blowing through his lips, six gods without the Lord, three times five and two, with paper bags Lived the cold mark...

In the classroom, the warm atmosphere was pushed to the corner by the cold.

Hey, the cold is crazy in the classroom, the students are rushing to write the book, I don’t know when it will solidify forever. I just want to try my best to reach out and I can’t finish it. Even if the homework is completed, the fingers seem to get used to working, like a sports car with a broken brake, and can't relax. Shao Wenqi, who has a cold, has a nose like a scented puppy, sniffing and sniffing. The nose that didn't listen to her was also in opposition to her. In the cold, the naughty ghost, she frowned and frowned. As soon as the "green spring" followed the cold, it blew away.

Piece of film, cold somehow, and soon became a dislocated wild horse, crazy rotation in our group, "Ah!" Everyone burst into a scream of cold torture, involuntarily I didn’t wear the rigorous clothes, and I didn’t have any buttons. The dry and cold hands also had a home-warm pocket.

The wind is driving in the cold, and the blade is drawn on the warm heart of everyone. The charm of "the wind is rising and the clouds are flying" is also on the track of growth, sometimes it is lost...

Sixth grade: Wanmin