How can snowflakes not linger on the ear?

I love snow, it was only because of her white beauty. Falling in pieces, the earth is covered with silver, and the blue sky will shine. Since a year ago, my concept has changed. I long for winter, not only wanting to play alone in the snow, but more to appreciate the beautiful scenery - dancing snow.

A year ago, in my thoughts and hopes, I ushered in the first snow of this winter. The sound of it was huge and it was still in the past. Whether it is the ground, the roof, or the trees of all sizes, it is covered with layers of white. Walking in the fluffy snow, there is a tendency to cross the knee.

Not only I love snow, he loves snow, she also loves snow. Everyone likes to play and play with this white elf. The bigger the snow, the higher our mood. Embracing each other, cheering, one after another snowball became an interpretation of our friendship. The first snowball was thrown away, and I didn’t know which lucky one was on it. What followed was a multifaceted melee. Sometimes a "big Mac" smashed someone, and then the man smiled and responded, and a good show continued. Is the shoe wet? It doesn't matter; the hand is frostbitten? It's ok. I just want to have fun playing in my heart, and the red face is full of excitement and happiness. It was not until a discordant ringing sounded that I had to return to the snow step by step.

Sitting in the classroom, in the classroom, my heart is in the snow. All of this was carefully seen by the careful teacher Shen. I saw him coming in without a slow start, and a mysterious smile hung in the corner of his mouth: "Students, is the snow outside?" "Beauty" everyone shouted at the door, shaking my eardrum for a while . Teacher Shen pressed down with both hands, indicating that the classmates were quiet and calmly said: "Do you want to go out to play?" "Thinking" a louder and louder voice shook the whole school. I seem to have felt countless eyes cast. Teacher Shen grabbed her ear and said, "So..." Our heart was picked up tightly, and we all held our breath. "Now go out and stand up, the last one to go out and punish him in the classroom." We cheered excitedly, and the joy blended into the air far and far. There are even things that make Teacher Shen very shameful:

Flower idiot: "Sister Shen, I love you!"

Flower idiot B: "Mr. Shen, you are the best teacher in the world!"

Idiot C: "Mr. Shen, if you are not so old, I will marry you in the future!!!"

Teacher Shen: "囧"

Everyone: "Ha ha ha..."

I:"……"

After the laughter, we quickly stood up. Although I know that the teacher is joking with us, no one wants to be the last one. I want to hug the snow earlier. Because we performed very well in the second grade, the school only allowed us to play crazy. In the envy and hatred of the first day and the third day, we straightened our chest and opened to the playground.

We are the second team, and the other two classes are coming one after another. A total of three wars were carried out, and the internal war first started:

The first game: Iron Hanjun VS Women's Army.

Not long after, many girls went to Shen’s complaints and said, “We are all girls, they are all boys, it’s not fair.” One side said, while covering his face with his sleeves, he was crying with pears and rain. I see you still pity! In the end, Teacher Shen joined the "Women's Army" and successfully attracted most of the firepower. Ninety percent of the snowballs were thrown at him, making him miserable. After a while, Teacher Shen gave up her resistance and took a roundabout tactic. However, the imagination is beautiful, the reality is cruel - Shen teacher was defeated by us. Even the girls of the Women's Army are not lonely, and chasing Shen with us, this will make him eat.

Teacher Shen stopped and gasped and shouted at us: "You guys, this group of stinky kids, why are you bricking me? Ah! Come back? Don't know if you respect the old and love your child? Then I will go back to class." It’s only awkward to stop. Finally, the civil war is over.

The second game: the second class VS two (four) class.

"One, two, three, launch." Under the wise command of Teacher Shen, we took the lead in launching an unexpected attack on the enemy. Under the horror of the enemy, the hurried organization counterattacked and played hot. No one noticed that a small team was secretly sneaking from the edge of the playground to the enemy's coach, Teacher Hu. When the enemy was discovered, it was late. We are about to attack, Hu teacher quickly waved: "Don't yell at me, don't yell at me, you go to Mr. Kenting." After that, he used his fingers to point in the direction of Mr. Ding. Poor teacher Ding is facing us to watch the battle, but I have already been sold by Mr. Hu. Innocent and innocent, we were greeted by Teacher Hu, and the snowballs in the handles were thrown at the teacher, but only I hit the target and hit the neck. I saw him tremble, bowed his head and hurriedly pulled out the cold snowball, and then looked around for the murderer. We laughed and laughed. The innocent teacher Ding was involved in this battle, so the second game was dying in the third battle - four classes of melee.

The war is over and everything is calm. Everyone's face is full of tiredness, but his eyes reveal satisfaction and happiness, and the human eye is the most real. I leaned on the playground fence and said to a Xiongtai next to me: "Call. It’s really tired!" "Yes, it’s really tired, it’s not so crazy, I haven’t been so happy for a long time, I don’t know. Will it be so happy next year!" He said, gently shaking his head, it seems that there is no hope. I watched him say, "Is it next year? Maybe."

I recalled my thoughts from a year ago and looked at the sky and said: "This year's hustle and bustle, will you dance again?" Only the snoring of the autumn wind is in the air, and it is echoing in the heart.

The third day: Zhang Zheng