冬,不仅使万物凋零,似乎也把生命也禁锢在无尽的寒冷之中了。虽然如此,可我并不讨厌它,反而对它有一种莫名的喜爱。我穿着厚厚的衣服毫无目的地漫步在大街上,每呵出的一口气都分外显眼。天空中也不像秋天那样落叶飞舞。只是几片枯黄的树叶孤零零地挂在光秃秃的树枝上,街上行人稀少,春夏秋的热闹已明显从这里逝去。 Winter, not only withering everything, but also seems to imprison life in the endless cold. Nevertheless, I do not hate it, but it has a kind of inexplicable love. I am wearing thick clothes aimlessly walking in the street, every breath is particularly conspicuous. Nor fall in the sky like autumn. Only a few pieces of yellow leaves hanging alone in the bare branches, sparsely populated streets, the spring and summer bustle has clearly passed away from here.