It is difficult to have a heavy snow. If you don't write down the experience of playing it, how can you be worthy of the villagers? Then I'll write ... in the morning 1 1: 30 ... I was still eating good food in my dream and drooling in bed. = "Ding Lingling" The phone rang and I finally got up. Get up, get up, stretch and get some air on the balcony. "Wow!" It's snowing, I screamed. It really snows! Attention, everyone, I have never seen snow, but it doesn't often snow here, maybe once a year. Hurry up, I'll get dressed for lunch soon. After that, I put on my leather gloves and continued on my way ... I called a few "little brothers" first and got two. I didn't expect them to say, have a snowball fight! Right away, let's warm up first. The three of us had a snowball fight. Of course, neither of them hit me-I have leather gloves and I am not afraid of the cold, hehe. It was too hot, so we began to make a snowman. I make the snowman's body, and the other two are responsible for making the snowman's head and sweeping the snow with a broom. Heap, heap, heap, heap, heap, heap ... (20000 words are saved here) finally piled up. (Feeling a little idiot) Then, I made a snowman's hand with a broom. Unfortunately, there is only one broom, so we snowman can only be one-armed. What worries us most is the eyes, nose and mouth of the snowman. As soon as I quit, I went to the aunt's house in the supermarket to find Bao. Sure enough, I found something good: a carrot! Ha, be a snowman and lose your nose. Great! But what is the mouth made of? Suddenly, we saw the branches, and immediately thought of a good idea, breaking the branches off as the snowman's mouth! Ha, hold on! Another problem has been solved. But what are eyes for? Thinking and thinking, thinking and thinking, I finally stared at the firecrackers in my brother's hand, so I grinned and grabbed eight firecrackers from him by violent means, and four of them formed an eye. Haha, I was born to be useful! The snowman is finally finished! Alas, there was no camera this time, so I didn't take it-what bad luck. I made a snowman for the first time. ...
1Saturday, October 20th, the weather is fine, the sun has not opened its sleepy eyes, and the morning mist has not lifted the veil of spring. We followed our mother to the green Yuan Ye and embraced spring with spring breeze and dew. Along the way, we were as happy as birds. The soil under your feet is like a brown carpet, and the air is moist and fresh. On the willows by the roadside, a few birds are singing, as if welcoming us. A gust of wind blew, and the flowers under the tree nodded and smiled at us. The grass, however, seems to have been exhausted and has not fully unfolded its small body. The rape blossoms in the field are in full bloom in Huang Cancan. Unconsciously, we walked into a peach blossom garden. Crimson and pink peach blossoms are actually in full bloom, which makes you intoxicated. At this time, several butterflies flew in and danced among the flowers. Looking closely, many little bees have been collecting honey from flowers. I couldn't help reaching out to pick peach blossoms. My mother said, "It will be more beautiful in spring." I listened, and quickly drew my hand back. We walked carefully, for fear of splashing the blooming peach blossoms and trampling on the green grass. Looking at the blue sky, green grass, red flowers and hardworking bees, I really want to melt in spring. It was sunny on Monday, June 14, 2004. Some adults always envy children carefree, but it's not easy to be a child. Adults can do what they want, but children can't criticize when they do something wrong. Our children are different, just because I still have a few diaries to write, so I only play for an hour every day. He spends every day in front of the computer. It's unfair. Who let me be a child? Children are never sensible in the eyes of adults, and children can't interrupt when adults are talking. As soon as they interrupt, they will say, "Let's go and play." In fact, what children know, adults may not understand! Children must get high marks in school. When they go home, they must do the homework assigned by their parents and teachers. To tell the truth, adults are really free, and it is not easy to be a child. Today, my father and I played a unique chess game. Dad and I drew lots to decide the order. I took the first one, and dad took the last one. I gave my dad a "head shot" first, and my dad came to a "Malay jump" to get in my way. I was so angry that I called the "chariot and horse cannon" to attack his "horse". Who knows dad's "horse" ran too fast to eat, and in a rage, he ate all four of dad's "soldiers". Dad killed two of my soldiers with his two cannons. Then, I became "generals" one after another, but my father transferred the veterans, and I just couldn't eat. Dad sent his army to fuck my little army again. My "chariots and horses" were sacrificed one after another. I sent all other armed forces to attack and finally killed all my father's "chariots and horses". But my army is about to collapse. Finally, I lost. But next time I must beat my father. Today is Sunday. After lunch, grandpa told me two stories, named Golden Bird and Late Slave North and South. Once upon a time, the king of a country liked a golden bird from Yue very much and tried his best to buy it home, but the seller refused to sell it. He also said: "This golden bird can talk, sing and talk. It is the most amazing bird in the world." The king couldn't buy a golden bird, so he was too anxious to eat it, so he asked someone else to buy it for him. After the golden bird was bought, the king put it in a cage for it to eat. But the golden bird did not move, just like wood. The king released the golden bird. This golden bird flew back to Vietnam and sang and danced for the people in her country. The second story is about slaves in the north and the south. Once upon a time, there was a family who kept two golden horses, one named Nanbei. It is said that as long as they get these two golden horses, they will get rich. When people heard the news, they all went to his house to buy it. An old man bought one of them, the dead horse. After buying home, it didn't eat for two or three days until the seventh day. The horse barked north and died. After listening to these two stories, I found them very interesting. Animals also know their own country. Today, I finished my homework and went to play with my good friends. On the way, a big hen stood in my way. I made a face at the hen to show that I wanted to go away. Who knows, the hen ignored me like Ben, who was angry with, and came to me with her hair tied. Hey, want to play a wonderful cockfight with me? Then come on! I dodged left and right, but the hen still wouldn't let me go. So I picked up a big stone on the ground and tried to throw it at the hen. But the hen flapped her wings and flew to my hand. Seeing the hen "flying", I quickly pulled my hand back, and I grabbed the gripper; "Ah, only a pebble. What bad luck! " I said angrily. After that, he hit the hen hard on the head with a stone, and the hen flew into a rage like me. This is terrible. The hen came at me fiercely, and I couldn't do it with my left foot or my right foot. Then the hen flew into a rage and pecked my left leg. I cried out in pain, "ouch! Oh! " "Not bad, didn't peck at the meat, just pecked at the pants. Finally, I finally got rid of this fierce big hen! On the way home, I never dare to take this "dangerous road" again.
It snowed the day before yesterday. Goose feathers and snow fly and fly. I looked at the scenery outside the window and suddenly felt so excited-"I can play with snow again!" " "I think this kind of mood and idea will definitely arise in every child's heart. But when I think about it again, I have another feeling ... Rain and snow are made of water, but why do most people always prefer snow? Think that snow and water symbolize two things. Although they are the same type, their positions and angles are different, which leads to people's feelings and feelings are also different. For example, rain and snow are words that hope others will make progress. Rain is criticism, while snow is praise. These two sentences can make people motivated, but people are willing to accept praise and don't like criticism very much. This is the difference between them. Let's use the rain and snow itself to illustrate. Rain is annoying to most people, because it makes the excitement get soaked. Although snow can also be used, it is used in another way: to become solid. This is the ingenuity of snow, of course, this is also the reason for the difference between the two.
Several "little brothers" came down, and then, we built things with snow. I made a snow bench and they were snowballing themselves. Later, the snowball rolled bigger and bigger. Later, I helped them roll a bigger one, rolling and rolling, and so on. Fortunately, I was able to push snowballs at first. I push snowballs around for sightseeing. After about 10 minutes, I can't hold on any longer. I asked two "little brothers" to push together. Let's cheer together. Seeing the snowball rolling bigger and bigger ... About 10 minutes later, I saw three children lying on the ground-that's us! Well, it seems that I have to call someone-I called two younger brothers again, and it would be much better if five people pushed together. Come on, come on, roll, roll ... (save 20000 words) It's 10 minutes after everyone falls down. God, 10 minutes is so many! Forget it, let's go. Let's see how big it is. Well, the diameter is almost 2 meters! How big it is! I'm so happy! There is no camera like last time, but this time there is a fresh one-I found a box of intact firecrackers in the snow! (Note, it's a big gun) We lit the box of guns and let them hit the bottom of the snowball. We only heard a whoosh. The gun got into the snowball and exploded. After the explosion, we went to see snowballs. Wow! The snowball was blown out of a big hole at the bottom! How interesting
On Sunday, I was idle and found that there were still some dishes in the kitchen. I had a brainwave and thought that if I washed these dishes, wouldn't my mother have to wash them? I'll do it. Bring the basket and put it by the pool. Put the vegetables in the pool. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the tap and began to wash the dishes as seriously as my mother. I first rub the vegetables by hand, and then wash the leaves one by one, without even letting go of any dirty things. Washing and washing, I touched something soft and furry. My hand shrank back like an electric shock. Ah! I don't know if I don't know, but I was shocked when I saw it. It turned out to be a big caterpillar lying on a vegetable leaf enjoying the pleasure of "bathing". Scared me to throw that leaf far away. Looking at the discarded vegetable leaves, I thought to myself: My mother has been washing vegetables for so many years, and I don't know how many big green worms she has encountered, but my mother always picks up the big green worms and throws them away, and continues to wash vegetables. I feel like a coward. I plucked up my courage, plucked up my courage, picked up the discarded vegetable leaves, threw away the big caterpillar and trampled it to death. At this point, although I got goose bumps all over, I was as happy as winning the battle. I hummed a ditty and continued to wash vegetables. Looking at the vegetables lying in the basket, I jumped and jumped with joy, and finally I could help my parents do something that I could.