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Snowball fight


It’s snowing, it’s snowing, this is the most happy thing. I put on my hat and gloves and I am going to fight with my brother.

We rushed out of the house, the courtyard is simply a white world, the roof, the ground, the roof... There is snow everywhere, we are very excited. I was desperate, rushed to the snow, quickly gathered a snowball, hid in my hand, waiting for my brother to come, I picked up the snowball that was secretly prepared, and I went to my brother without knowing it, when my brother found it. It’s already late, only to hear a bang, the snowball hits. I jumped and yelled again, hit it, hit it. Just when I was happy, I saw a big, round white ball flying over me. I immediately flashed my body and escaped the snowball. I jumped proudly, and our snowball fight began.

My brother is one year older than me. The snowball he made is fast and big. I am not willing to show weakness. In order to quickly reserve ammunition, I hid behind the car to make snowballs. When I feel that I have enough, I will quietly transfer to my brother's back to prepare for a sneak attack. Who knows that this brother is ready, one side, has escaped my attack, and at the same time, the bullet in his hand is continuously turned to the machine gun. I fired, I don't know how to dodge, just listen to the "砰", a snowball hit my face, I saw my face, the glasses are all snow, like a snowman. I didn't admit defeat, and both hands quickly grabbed a lot of snow. When I didn't reach the group, I sprinkled it directly to my brother. I gave him a slut, and my brother didn't understand what I was going to do. The snow was already on him. I have won again.

Playing snowballs is really interesting, I am really happy.

Longshan County, Hunan Province, Hunan Province, eternal OO haha ​​~ unchanged second grade: I have been forgotten

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