小燕子纷纷飞往温暖的南方，大雁也陆续南迁了，天气变得寒冷起来，冬姑娘慢慢的走来了。
The little swallows flew one after another to the warm south, and the geese also moved south one after another. The weather became colder, and the winter girl slowly walked over.
初冬的早晨，整个世界朦朦胧胧的。雾给大地披上了一层神秘的面纱，隐隐约约可以看见近处的房屋和院落。雾气好像是被撕碎的棉花飘飘悠悠，如梦似幻。这是冬姑娘画的一幅水墨画，充满诗情画意。
On the morning of early winter, the whole world is hazy. The fog cast a mysterious veil over the earth, revealing the houses and courtyards nearby. The mist seems like torn cotton drifting leisurely, like a dream. This is an ink painting by Miss Dong, full of poetic and picturesque charm.作文网 zUOwEnBa.Net
雾渐渐的散去，太阳公公露出了笑脸，散发出温暖柔和的光芒，把白云染成了浅红色，就像小姑娘红润的脸蛋儿。天上的云朵飘来飘去，姿态万千，有时像活泼的小白兔，抱着大萝卜，有时像顽皮的猴子倒立着，有时像矫健的骏马在奔腾，还有的像大笨熊正坐着吃东西……啊，广阔的天空就像一个动物乐园。
The fog gradually dissipated, and the sun god revealed a smiling face, emitting a warm and gentle glow that dyed the white clouds a light red, like a little girl's rosy face. The clouds in the sky float back and forth in various postures, sometimes like lively little white rabbits holding big radishes, sometimes like mischievous monkeys standing upside down, sometimes like agile horses galloping, and some like silly bears sitting and eating; … Ah, the vast sky is like an animal paradise.
再看远处的小山，山上有一排排的松树。虽然寒冬已经来临，但是他们还是那么绿，不畏严寒挺立着，就像坚强的哨兵在站岗。小草已经枯萎了，积成一块黄色的地毯，铺在那里。冷风吹来，小草左摇右晃，发出“沙沙沙”的声响。
Looking at the small hill in the distance, there are rows of pine trees on the mountain. Although the cold winter has arrived, they are still so green, standing firm without fear of the cold, like strong sentries standing guard. The grass has withered and accumulated into a yellow carpet, laying there. The cold wind blows, and the grass sways left and right, emitting a sound; Shasha Sha” The sound.
小河结上了一层厚厚的冰，可以看见下面的小鱼在吐泡泡。他们被“锁”在冰屋子里，急得团团转，再也不能躲在树叶下捉迷藏了，再也没有风吹来的草籽给他们吃了。
The small river has formed a thick layer of ice, and you can see the small fish below spitting bubbles. They were; Lock” In the ice house, they were so anxious that they couldn't hide and seek under the leaves anymore, and there were no more grass seeds to eat from the wind.
初冬的早晨是多么美丽呀！它像一首，还像一首诗。我爱初冬的早晨。
How beautiful the early winter morning is! It's like a poem, and also like a poem. I love early winter mornings.