Is the beginning of the eight month, the weather suddenly cold, not for a long time, durian snow drop from the clouds. After a while, the snow is big, like someone with feather million pots from heaven.
The snowflakes are hexagonal, and the speed of falling is very fast. Soon, Linyi City snow, trees, houses, the earth seemed covered with snow, like covered with a white blanket, covered with white cotton. All of a sudden, the voice of a cloud aunt was heard from the sky, "Hey, hey! You have a little mischievous struggle, do not go down together, otherwise, it will be a disaster! Look, the cars are all skid and crawling like snail. Look at the river, the people did not go boating!"
I came to the Riverside Avenue station, enjoy the beauty of the Yihe River Trail in the woods. Snow sprint like Olympic athletes like Liu Xiang, rushed into the river, along the Yi River south to travel. Looking at it, the beauty of nature in the snow has come into my eyes, and it is in my heart. The original paved with red brick trail, has now been completely covered with thick snow, like a white carpet, step up soft, also creaked! Look at the Yellow alfalfa, has been formed by the snow "quilt" pressure to breathe out of breath. The bare trunk of the tree also fell on the snow, the wind blew and the little trees shook their bodies, and the snow babies were able to join the brothers on the ground. I raised my head and saw a lot of lovely little snowflakes in the sky rushing to meet my brother. Yes, how happy it is to have a family reunion. At this time, I thought of Taiwan. The dear motherland is a chicken mother lying in the nest. She has two babies, one is Hainan, and the other is Taiwan. Now, Taiwan slips out of the nest, and the mother and Hainan are anxious to come back to Taiwan...
I crouched down, with the hand group made a big snowball, at high altitude, it descends at full speed, open floor million lotus.
The snow has brought a lot of fun to the children.
The snow was neither fast nor slow underground, I left the snow Riverside Avenue, leaving a trail of footprints on the snow.
One day in the winter vacation, mother went home from work. He excitedly shouted: "Mom, guess what brings you?" "it must be delicious." I answered without thinking. "No," Speaking, mother took out a small box from behind and handed it to me. I took over the box curiously, and I could not wait to open a look. It turned out to be a lively and smart bird. I cautiously lifted it and looked carefully.
This should be a just flying bird, the mouth has not faded yellow. A gray brown full-fledged clean, a pair of round small eyes and black light, panic around four.
Carelessly, the bird broke away from my hands and flew towards the window. I wanted to fly out. I didn't expect to bump into the windowpane and fall on the windowsill, but it was still unwilling to fly up and down. I can not help but pitiful birds, I think, birds should live in the embrace of nature and fly freely. So, I said to my mother, "Mom, let's put the bird! I can't see my mom and dad. The birds are so scared." My mother was looking at me, and then enjoy the voice said: "my son grow up. The bird has already given you, you say it. " I am happy to thanks mom, holding the bird ran downstairs.
Came downstairs on the ground, I gently loosen the hands, the bird "bass" to fly to the sky, quickly fly away. I see the bird flying back to the birds, snuggling up to the bird's father and mother's mother, telling the story of a good young boy in the story...
During the winter vacation, I was idle at home and went to grandma's home to play.
When she came to grandma's house, I saw that grandma was making a fire. I saw it soon, and I wanted to try. So I said to the granny who was burning, "grandma, let me make a fire!" Did not think of grandma unexpectedly categorically said: "no.!" Do not change this trick: "grandma, my grandmother, let me try it, just a minute!" Grandma could not resist my persistence, readily agreed. So I took the match immediately and sat in front of the kitchen.
"Chi", lit, a gentle and brilliant light. I immediately took a straw like something lit into the kitchen. I'm afraid the fire will go out soon, so I put a lot of firewood in. "Wow," the fire suddenly busy up, but soon went out, but also emitting a smell of smoke, choking me coughing. So I said, "the country and the city are not the same, and even a gas stove is not!" After that, I lit a match and threw it in. But it soon went out. The smoke not only did not dissipate, but it was thicker. I can't eat this time, choking out of the kitchen. Grandma washing meters, see my gray appearance, smiled and said: "who said the fire must be good?" As my grandmother said that, my head went down involuntarily. But I immediately regain confidence: "a word can never be withdrawn." said we should do. I must have a good fire! " So I went to the front of the kitchen, and then, I learned the old people to take a fan with a fan. There was no smoke, but the smoother was smaller. Not easy to fan the fire, open the pot to see, the rice just put in. So I had to pick up the fan and fan it again.
When I went home that day, my face had already become a big face in Beijing Opera!