snow

On the 26th, when I returned to my hometown, I had a cold wind for a day. It snowed in the afternoon.

At first it was light snow, like a torn cotton candy flying in the sky. I think if this little snow is a scout, then the back is not a big force. Sure enough, the snow of the goose feathers flew all over the sky, as if the winter girl had shattered the snow a lot.

The next day, it was still snowing. I pushed open the window that was whitened by snow, and there was a white piece everywhere, as if the world was decorated with silver. Some snowflakes have long been unable to sit still, and they can't wait to plung into the embrace of the earth; others are falling down with the wind; some are dancing, and they are too late to fall, it seems that they have not enjoyed flying in the air. Happy. I reached for a piece of snow and tried to count it with a few horns, but when I blinked, it disappeared into a pool of clear water.

The winter girl covered the quilt for the earth, and the big green pine tree turned into a big white mushroom. The tree girl seemed to wear a beautiful wedding dress, and the house also wore a white snow white hat.

The children ran out of the classroom and came to the snow, leaving a series of small footprints on the snow. They made snowmen on the snow, snowballing, and they were very happy.

On the third day, it snowed again. The winter girl broke the village into her arms. After a night, the outside world is already covered in silver. It's reallybeautiful!

When I got a chance, I immediately called a small partner and said, "Let's come to the game to make a snowman, a group of two." Everyone said with great interest! We have a total of six people, divided into three groups. Game start! Everyone immediately helped, first piled up the body, and started to snowballs to make a head, but did not fall less than the head, did not get out of the snowball for a long time, then the three master told us that the snow just had It’s too loose, let’s make a head shot when we make the snow, so we started shooting while adding snow, and soon we took a big snow block, and very carefully pushed the snow to the pile. On the body of the good snowman, then the other two groups laughed. It turned out that the snowman we had piled was too ugly, and the head became a big snow block. The game is over and I lost. Although lost, but this process makes me very happy!

I am in love with the little friends who have accompanied me through my happy time. I am in love with my beautiful hometown - Henan. I love the snow in winter!

Fifth grade: Chen Yiyuan