snow

On the afternoon of Saturday, when I was doing my homework, my grandfather ran over and said that there was sleet outside. I was ecstatic. "I can play snow!"

I finally waited until the next morning, I got out of the bed early and couldn't wait to open the window and look, wow! I saw snow on the roof, on the grass, on the car, and on the big trees. It was snowy and silver. It seems to be a world of ice and snow! I quickly dressed and rushed to throw the white snowball. Going downstairs, although the sun is shining, the weather is still very embarrassing, the wind is biting, but I still touched the snow, ah! It is loose and soft. But in a short time, it melted into the palm of my hand. At this time, my hand was like a frozen, straight red, but my heart was warm.

At noon, I had a good meal and my father decided to take me to play snowballs. I was so excited that I started this fierce "snowball game" right away. I am looking for it, I am looking for some thick snow. Finally, I turned over in the grass, ah! This snow is beautiful, white and crystal clear. I quickly pinched the snow and threw it on my father's clothes. "Throw it!" I jumped up and said. Dad is not far behind, but also picks up the snow and throws at me. I threw him, he flashed; he threw me, I hid. The two of us smiled and ran all the way, but we forgot the coldness of the cockroach, but felt the heart is hot...

Looking at the snow, I reminded me of a recent sentence in "Rui Xue": "This winter, the three layers of the wheat cover, the next year, sleeping on the head." Ah, next year is definitely a bumper year!

Third grade: Zhang Yurui