A sentence of about 200 words that expresses the coldness of the weather and people's mood through description of scenery without using the word "cold".

Xiao Ming kept rubbing his hands, putting them to his mouth from time to time to breathe. The white mist moistened his eyelashes. Xiao Ming blinked, as if he could feel the tiny little hairs on his eyelashes. The ice was constantly breaking, turning into a bit of coldness that penetrated into my heart. I stamped my feet and jumped a few times before my numb legs felt a trace of warmth. A gust of wind blew by, and the willow branches beside me trembled slightly. Snowflakes were falling, mixed with some small ice cubes. A few dwarf pines were still stubbornly covered in green, but in this white world, this touch of green looked so bleak. Sighing, Xiao Ming looked up at the sky. , gray, just like my mood at the moment, she still didn't come after all. The wind started, and the northeast wind was like a knife, blowing on the face and in the heart, one knife after another.