冬天的手,是傲霜斗雪的岁寒三友,是竖立在哈尔滨的那一尊尊精妙绝伦的冰雕,还是冬晨窗上圣洁的冰凌花?冬天的手,是孩子们发出的一串串银铃般的笑声,是他们打完雪仗后脸上挂着的一滴滴汗珠,还是寒风中那辛勤劳动者的背影?牵着冬天的手,走在大街上,北风呼啸着,仿佛在谱写冬的乐章。冬天虽冷清,但一定是皎洁的世界。下雪之前,天变暗了,灰白的云拉开了序幕。一片片小雪花慢悠悠地飘落下 Winter hand, is the Ao Frost bucket snow year-old friends, is standing in Harbin that respect exquisite ice sculptures, or the winter morning window holy ice cream? Winter hand, is a string of silver children issued a string of silver Bell-like laughter, after they finished snowballing a drop of perspiration on his face, or the cold wind in the back of the hard worker? Holding the winter hand, walking in the street, the north wind whistling, As if writing winter movement. Although deserted in winter, but it must be a bright and clean world. Before snowing, the sky darkened, the gray cloud kicked off. A piece of snow slowly falling down