The winter in my hometown of Anhui is like a jar of mellow wine.
In December, my hometown has entered deep winter. At this time, there is always heavy snow falling from the sky. In less than two hours, the mountains and rivers in the distance and the houses nearby were all covered with a thick layer of white snow. Stepping gently on the snow, you can hear the "creak" sound, leaving behind a string of cute little footprints. At this time, there was also a layer of ice on the lake surface, but the ice was very thin. If you throw a pebble casually, you can make a hole and spray water.
Finally, the snow stopped. But the sky was still gloomy at this time, but the white snow reflected everything clearly. Look, the large and small ice picks hanging on the eaves are like sharp swords and bunches of beautiful coral. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit, and snow foam like jade flakes began to rise one after another.
This is the winter in my hometown of Anhui, beautiful but a little bleak.