Snow tree

It was a long cold period, and the snow was covered with snow. Snowflakes fall down and wrap the land in silver. In the afternoon, the snow stopped, the sun was hiding under the mountain, and it slowly moved like an old man. The sky was clear at this time. I put on thick clothes and went to the snow. Somehow, I was so snowy since I was a child, I couldn’t help but walk on the snow with my feet - a squeaky voice. This year's extraordinarily large snow is also in line with my wish, I can run freely on the snow.

I ran into the park, walked through the trees, enjoying the beauty of the snow. There is an unknown tree in the winter, the fruit does not fall. In my heart, there is a childish interest: there is a long wooden stick, and a cluster of trees is clustered together. The red flame-like fruit is knocked down and buried in various places to play and have fun. Sunset, go home.

It was cold for three months, but I still didn't see a warmer look. On this day, the sun showed a rare face, but it was still cold outside. I braved the cold wind and once again came to the park that had not been visited for three months. This is no longer a park three months ago. I saw many people carrying trees that were overwhelmed by heavy snow. They broke the tree into firewood and went home to the most original stove. They did not have no heating system, but the heating system was frozen and could not be used. They were forced to use the stove for heating. I walked through the snow-covered path and found that a seedling had broken through the snow and slowly grew up. The branches are also green, and it seems to be warming each other by the rocks, which is where I buried the seeds. At this moment, I was shocked. Can a tree live in the snow? I was shocked by its tenacious vitality. It inspired me to spend the cold with me.

After another two months, tens of thousands of people died in the snow and ice. At this time, the cold has quietly left, welcoming the long-lost sunshine. I am one of the few people who have survived. It is the tree that inspired me and lived. The weather has warmed up, and I often visit the little tree that is struggling in the snow. It’s snowing, I saw it, the roots of the tree are not deep, but because of its strong nature, we survive with those who survived.

Sixth grade of Tadong Elementary School, Mingshan District, Benxi, Liaoning: Sen Cang Blade