冬天,一个美丽而神秘的季节。当那寒风呼啸时,当那雪花飘落时,我就知道,冬已悄无声息地来了。冬是神秘的。冬来临时,空中总有迷雾相伴,看不清前方的路,好像害羞的姑娘,戴上了乳白色的面纱。冬是寒冷的。大清早,我从窗中望着马路,路上的行人屈指可数,没有一个不是戴着帽子,系着围巾,穿着羽绒服, Winter, a beautiful and mysterious season. When that wind whistled, when the snow fell, I knew that the winter had quietly come. Winter is mysterious. When winter comes, there is always a fog in the sky accompanied by the inability to see the road ahead, like a shy girl, wearing a cream veil. Winter is cold. Early in the morning, I looked out the window of the road, a handful of pedestrians on the road, no one not wearing a hat, wearing a scarf, wearing a jacket,