What a wonderful time – winter! Spun, curled up. Frosts pinned water. The birches froze in snow-white fringes, the shaggy hats on the pines gleamed, sparkled with snow cones on the branches of the fir trees. All around the student’s silence. The frosty air bites. The snow cover reliably covered the ground. You come out of the spruce twilight – the spirit captures: such a radiance of snow, sky, sun! It’s just a miracle!
A special nature is winter in the city. With a whistle, a blizzard rushes through the streets, rushes in the alleys, piercing all the living with spiked needles. Snow lies where snowdrifts, and where a thin layer. The winter sun wanders, as if in the mountains, between houses, sometimes the snow drifts, white dust is flowing.
In the forest
Winter is a time of fun games and fun. Going out into the street, you can see how someone, creaking with snow, skiing or sledding, like a girl draws beautiful sketches on the ice with a blade of skates. Even to study in winter is easier. A fresh breeze carries away sad thoughts from the head.
I like winter because it’s the most beautiful time of the year and because in winter my favorite holiday is the New Year. In a magical night at the sparkling fir trees people cheer from the heart and make wishes. With the last blow of the Kremlin chimes the new year comes, new joys and cares come. (277 words)