The first thing that calls for winter is the wind. It changed from warm spring breeze to hot air, and then from cool autumn wind to cold wind.
It's winter, the wind is not so cold, but it's very strong. The trees on the roadside were shaken by the wind and whined from time to time. The streets are dusty, and the scraps of paper scattered on the ground are blown up by the wind and flying in the gloomy sky.
Almost all pedestrians on the road squinted and closed their mouths, and many women and children wrapped their heads in gauze. Cyclists who ride against the wind, like athletes, bend down and exert themselves; People who follow the wind easily put their feet on the car, like a ship with sails, and sail forward quickly.
Gradually, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the wind is much colder. In the morning, the cold wind blows on my face like a knife. The dead branches of poplar trees on the roadside danced wildly in the wind, and the dead branches made a "click" sound from time to time. The dead flowers on the roadside hung their heads listlessly, shivering in the wind and groaning in rustling.