天阴沉沉的,显现出悲凉而荒芜的灰色,白杨树光秃的枝丫笔直地伸向天空,地上枯败的叶子刷刷飞起,似一首沧桑久远的歌谣。“今天是冬至哦。”妈妈拿着日历说道。“怪不得这么冷。”我拉了拉脖子上的围巾,“妈,我去上晚自习了。”妈妈在屋里应了一声。我推开门,一阵寒风吹来,似凛冽的钢刀甩在脸上,我打了个寒颤, Gloomy, showing sad and desolate gray, bare branches of poplar straight stretch to the sky, the ground folly leaves brushing fly, like a long history of songs. “Today is the winter solstice.” “Mom said with a calendar. ”No wonder it’s so cold.“ ”I pulled my scarf around my neck,“ Mom, I went to study for the night. ”" Mom should be in the room. I opened the door, a cold wind blowing, like a cold steel knife thrown in the face, I shuddered,