Childhood

After the baptism of youth and growth, we finally took the layer of childishness and became a more mature teenager. The page that should have been "childhood" has been hurriedly turned over by ignorance and young and frivolous, but I don't know, do you still remember the story on that page?

Gradually, gradually, it started to snow, I don’t know who yelled: "It’s snowing outside, everyone is watching." All of the students cheered and gathered all over the window. On the carport, they had already accumulated a thick layer. Thick snow. The exhaled hot air was sprayed on the window and was wiped off by a pair of warm little hands. In Shanghai, it doesn't snow in winter, it's hard to snow, it's coming fast, and it's going fast. Now, if you have such a big snow, how can you not be excited? The outside world seems to have been hidden by snow, everything is quiet, as if the whole world is left with snow and me. How do you feel when you are in the snow?

There was a faint scream of noise, and my heart was hot. The blood in my body was boiling. There was a voice that kept yelling: Go, go, Shanghai rarely snow, go play with the classmates. In the soft snow, the banquet! Somehow, I was tempted to sprint and the bag slammed against the back, like a pusher.

The snow is still down. My footsteps slowed down and I couldn't help but immerse myself in this snowy world, as if I had merged with her. I took off my gloves, taught to stretch out, feel the emotions of snow, taste the thoughts of snow, and understand the words of snow. The playground is awesome, with a lively scene. I carefully embarked on a piece of snow that was still intact, and I slammed one foot down. I pulled my foot out and looked at my masterpiece as satisfied. Then I pressed my hand into the snow. The cold temperature of the snow made me frown. Soon, my brow stretched out and looked at the snow. I have a sign that belongs to me on the ground, I can’t help but smile.

The childhood fun is like a green olive, as long as the thoughts pass, it will give a faint fragrance.

First day: Yu Anqi