轻柔但却刺骨的风,从窗口吹进来;窗外,天灰蒙蒙的,雨不停地散落,远处的山峰朦朦胧胧,忽隐忽现。昔日清晰秀气的山峰,此时仿佛害羞的姑娘,躲在纱窗后面,近处的梧桐树叶有的青里泛黄,有的全黄了,雨点打在叶子上,奏出清晰悦耳的歌曲……教室的窗子开着,冷风泻进来。物理课上,同桌一直在搓着手,哈着气,不停的说:“冷啊!真冷!”零零碎碎的语言 Gentle but piercing wind, blowing in from the window; outside the window, overcast gray, the rain kept falling, the distant peaks hazy, flickering. The former delicate and delicate mountain peak, at this time seemed shy girl, hid behind the screen window, some green leaves yellowed near the leaves, some full yellow, rain hit the leaves, playing clear and melodious songs ...... The windows of the classroom are open and cold winds come in. Physics class, the same table has been rubbing his hand, breathless, kept saying: “cold ah! Really cold! ” Piecemeal language