Aucist Others give up, I insist
The winter night was really cold, the northwest wind is whistling across the bare trees, only blown trees, trees in the cold shivering. The northwest wind also kept me offensive, my face blew Bing Bing cold, my nose blowing red. Walking on the cobblestone road, I had to wear gloves, hats and scarves, but the winter wind was so naughty that it took off my hat and it seemed to play a happy game with me.
Although the winter night was so cold, so quiet, but I still liked the winter night.