On the New Year's Eve of my "lonely" holiday, I stayed at my grandfather's house all day, eating and sleeping very tired, and my parents were doing their own things, so they didn't care about me at all. Everyone says that the Chinese New Year is good, but I don't think it is interesting at all. My father is an only child, my mother is an only daughter, and I am also the only child in my family. On New Year's Eve, I watch TV with my parents at my grandparents' house, and on New Year's Day, I go to my grandparents' house with them to watch them play mahjong. In the next few days, either my parents went to their friends' house or they came to our house to play, but they always forgot me. At this time, I stay at the coffee table and eat fruits and snacks. I don't understand anything they play. I just want to watch cartoons, play games and talk to my classmates. It's the same this year. When I arrived at my grandparents' house and gave me lucky money, they erected the Great Wall. So, I went out alone with peace of mind. Anyway, they wouldn't find me "missing". There are very few people in grandpa's neighborhood, and they are very quiet. Occasionally, there is a sound of punching. Out of the block door, I began to pay attention to the small shops on the street, almost all of which were "iron generals guarding the door." When I arrived at the supermarket, I asked if I could get firecrackers, but others simply answered me "no" After a burst of dejection, I wanted to chat with several "",but no one answered, or I got through to a noisy place and couldn't hear what they were saying clearly. I want to play alone, but I don't know where to go, bars are not allowed, Internet cafes are not allowed, and the Children's Palace is not known. Alas, why can't I be happy in my new year? Finally, I finally caught a few "small guns" and threw them into the wellhead, which was quite loud. I was happy for a while. Success fortune network [NextPage] I am accompanied by TV "tick-tock, tick-tock", damn alarm clock, I am so bored! It wakes me up from my dream every morning. It works hard and sticks to its post, but I'm miserable. How can I get up early in the morning after watching TV until one or two o'clock last night? Fortunately, I saved my hand last night and set my alarm clock at 9 o'clock. There was an NBA game at 9 o'clock that I liked very much. For this reason, I had to sleep less. The first thing to do when you get up is to turn on the TV. My mother is shouting to brush my teeth and eat again, but since today is the second day of the Lunar New Year, I know that she will not use "force" in these two days, so I basically don't have to consider my mother's "mood" and just do my thing. I ran from the bathroom to the living room and watched the game while brushing my teeth, no matter what my mother was nagging. The wonderful game ended, which just left me 11 minutes for dinner. I ate my lunch quickly, and then I watched the TV series "Eternal Dragon Slayer". After only a few episodes, it was dark. Under my mother's "high pressure", I finished my dinner in a few minutes.

I finally had a big snow drop. How can I be worthy of my fellow villagers if I don't write down my experience of playing with snow drops? Then I'll write ... at 11: 31 in the morning ... I'm still eating good stuff in my dream, and my mouth is watering on my bed. ‖ "Ding Lingling" 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 quickly got dressed for lunch. After that, I put on my leather gloves and went on my way ... I called a few "little brothers" first, and two came down. I didn't expect them to say, have a snowball fight! Right away, we warmed up first. The three of us had a snowball fight. Of course, neither of them hit me-I have leather gloves and am not afraid of freezing, hehe. It was too hot, so we started to make a snowman. I made the snowman's body, and the other two people were responsible for making the snowman's head and sweeping the snow with a broom. Heap, heap, heap, heap, heap, heap ..... (omit words here) finally piled up. Then, I used a broom to make the snowman's hand, but unfortunately there was only one broom, so we snowman could only be a one-armed man. What worries us most is the snowman's eyes, nose and mouth. As soon as I don't do it, I will go to Aunt Chao's house to find "treasure". Sure enough, I found something good: a carrot! Ha, it's great to be a snowman and drop your nose! But what is the mouth made of? Suddenly, we saw the branches, and immediately thought of a good idea, and broke the branches off as snowman mouths! Ha, hold on! Another difficult problem has been solved. But what are the eyes for? Thinking and thinking, thinking and thinking, I finally got my eye on the firecrackers in my younger brother's hand, so I grinned and used means to grab eight firecrackers from him, and four of them formed an eye. Haha, I was born to be useful! The snowman is finally finished! Alas, it's a pity that there is no camera this time, so I didn't shoot it-what bad luck. It's my first time to make a snowman ...

It's sunny on Saturday, October 21th, and the sun hasn't opened its sleepy eyes, and the morning mist hasn't lifted the veil of spring. We followed our mother to the green Yuan Ye to embrace spring with the 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 beside the road, a few birds are chirping, as if welcoming us. A gust of wind blew and the flowers under the tree nodded and smiled at us. The grass, on the other hand, seems to be exhausted and has not fully unfolded its small body. The rape blossoms in the field are blooming heartily, and it is all over Huang Cancan. Unconsciously, we walked into a peach garden. The crimson and pink peach blossoms are actually blooming, which makes you drunk. At this time, several butterflies flew in and danced among the flowers. A closer look shows that many small bees have been collecting honey among flowers. I couldn't help reaching out to pick peach blossoms, and my mother said, "They will be more beautiful in spring." I listened, and quickly shrank my hand back. We walked carefully, for fear of splashing the blooming peach blossoms and stepping down the green grass. Looking at the blue sky, green grass, red flowers and hardworking bees, I really want to melt in the spring. On Monday, June 4, some adults always envy children carefree, but it is not easy to be a child. Adults can do what they want, but children can't criticize them if they do something wrong. Our children are different, just because I still have a few diaries to write, so I only play for one hour every day. And he spends every day in the computer. It's so unfair. Who let me be a child? Children are never sensible in adults' minds, and children can't interrupt when adults are talking. As soon as they interrupt, they will say, "Go, go and play." In fact, what children know is not necessarily understood by adults! Children have to get high marks in school. When they go home, they have to do homework assigned by their parents as well as teachers. To tell the truth, my Lord, it's really 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 got the first one, and dad got the last one. I first gave my father a "head gun", and my father came to a "Malay jump" to get in my way. I was very angry and called "cars, horses and guns" to attack his "horse". Who knows dad's "horse" ran too fast to eat, and in a rage, he ate dad's four "soldiers". Dad killed two of my soldiers with his two cannons. Then, I "general" one after another, but my father transferred the veteran, and I just couldn't eat it. Dad sent his "army" to fuck my "small army" again. My "cars, horses and guns" were sacrificed one after another. I sent all other armed forces to attack, and finally killed my father's "cars, horses and guns." But my army is about to collapse. In the end, I lost. But I must beat my father next time. 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 in Yue very much, and tried every means to bring it home, but the Lord refused. He also said, "This golden bird can talk, sing and talk, and it is the most magical bird in the world." The king was so anxious that he didn't eat, so he asked others to help him. When the golden bird came home, he put it in a cage and let it sing. But the golden bird did not move, just like Woodenhead. The king set the golden bird free. The golden bird flew back to Vietnam and sang and danced for people in his own country. The second story is about slaves in the north and south. Once upon a time, there was a family who kept two golden horses, one named North and South. It is said that as long as they got these two golden horses, they would make a fortune. When people heard the news, they all went to his house, and an old man got off one of them, a late horse. After returning home, he didn't eat for one day, two days and three days until the seventh day, when the horse called to the north and died. After listening to these two stories, I found them very interesting. Animals also know their own countries. Today, I finished my homework and went to play with my good friends. On the way, a big hen blocked my way. I made a face at the hen to show my intention to get out of the way. Who knows, the hen, like Ben who ignored me and was angry with someone, came to me with her hair tied. Hey, want to play a wonderful cockfight with me? Then come on! I flashed left and hid right, but the hen still refused to 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. When I saw the hen "flying", I quickly drew my hand back, and I grabbed the gripper; "Ah, there is only one pebble. What bad luck!" I said angrily. With that, he hit the stone hard on the hen's head, and the hen flew into a rage like me. This is terrible. The hen rushed 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 at my left leg. I cried out in pain, "Ouch! Ouch!" " Not bad, not pecked on the meat, just pecked on the pants. Finally, I finally got rid of this fierce big hen! On my way home, I never dared to take this "dangerous road" again.

it snowed the day before yesterday. Goose feather and heavy snow fly and fly. I look at the scenery outside the window and suddenly feel so excited-"I can play with snow again!" " I think this kind of mood and idea will definitely come into every child's mind. But when I think about it again, I have another feeling ... Rain and snow are all made of water, but why do most people always prefer snow? Think of snow and water symbolize two things. Although they are of the same type, their positions and angles are different, which leads to people's different feelings and feelings. For example, rain and snow are words that hope others will make progress. Rain is a criticism, while snow is a 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 rain and snow itself to illustrate. Rain is annoying to most people, because it can make the excitement soaked. Although snow can also be used, it uses another method: turning into a solid. This is the ingenuity of snow, and of course, this is also the reason why there are differences between them.

A few "little brothers" came down, and then, we built things with snow. I made a snow bench, and they were rolling their own snowballs. 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 the snowball at first. I pushed the snowball around for sightseeing. After about 11 minutes, I couldn't hold on. I couldn't push it any longer. I called two "little brothers" to push it together. Let's cheer together. Seeing the snowball rolling bigger and bigger ... About 11 minutes later, I saw three children lying on the ground-that's us! Alas, it seems that I have to call someone-I called two younger brothers again, so it will be much better if five people push together. Come on, come on, roll, roll ... (omit words) When everyone falls down, it is 11 minutes later. Oh, my god How so many 11 minutes! Forget it, let's get out of here. Let's see how big it is. Well, the diameter is almost 2 meters! How big! I am 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 the sound of "whoosh", and the gun went through the snowball, and then it happened, "boom". After the explosion, we went to see the snowball. Wow! The snowball was blown out of a big hole at the bottom! What fun!

on Sunday, I had nothing to do, and found that there were still some vegetables in the kitchen that had not been washed. I had a brainwave and thought that if I washed these vegetables, wouldn't my mother have to wash them? I'll do it, take the basket and put it by the pool, and put the vegetables in the pool. I rolled up my sleeves, turned on the tap, and began to wash the dishes carefully like my mother. I first rub the vegetables with my hands, 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 fun 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 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. And I'm 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 time, although I had goose bumps all over, I was as happy as winning the battle. I hummed a ditty and continued to wash vegetables. Looking at the green vegetables lying in the basket, I jumped and jumped with joy, and finally I was able to help my parents do something that I could.