In this blazing summer, I can't help but think of that beautiful winter, last year, miserable. Miserable. I didn't have a real winter the previous year, and winter in my eyes is symbolized by the season of snowflakes, if not, it will lose the meaning of winter. And with no snow the previous year, I just had to stay inside all day and not take three steps out of the house.
There was no shortage of fantasies in the door of the room, because I am a girl who loves to fantasize, and I am full of curiosity and imagination about the world. I was thinking: all the beauty of the snow the year before. My family and I piled up a huge, huge snowman, I will take a carrot to make a nose for them, and a broom to decorate them with a snowman model, so busy that I can't catch my breath. But I feel that the heart is not tired at all, how happy heh, together with the snowman, snowball fight. I saw the snowballs piled one by one at my feet, I defended the goal, not to let the opponent to grab my ball. I used my hand to throw a few hard to the opposite side, "haha! Threw a 'pig'!" I shouted to my brother.
Favorite thing about winter is when it snows. Goose feather snow fell on the roofs of many houses, and when it stopped snowing the next day, the snow was thickly plastered on it. It was like a beautiful crystal palace in a fairy tale!
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