Last night, my mother and I were going to dig shepherd's purse in the field, but Winter Doll seemed to make trouble for us on purpose. Last night, it quietly scattered snowflakes all night and wrote a composition about digging shepherd's purse. But my mother and I still haven't given up. Now that we have decided, we should stick to it no matter how difficult it is. Early in the morning, we set out for the field.

When I came to the field, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness. Looking around, the fields are covered with snow, and stepping on them creaks as if welcoming us. We began to work. We shoveled away the snow and began to look for shepherd's purse piece by piece, but shepherd's purse seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with me, and I couldn't find it. I dug around and finally saw a tree, the composition "Writing and Digging Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd's Shepherd Hi! Why can't I dig? Mom said: It's winter now, and it's cold, so it's difficult to dig because the ground is frozen. I began to push hard again. When I dug the white root, I decided to pull it out, so I grabbed the shepherd's purse with both hands and tried hard, but I didn't know I was pushing too hard and sat down on the ground. Looking at the shepherd's purse in his hand. The roots are thin and long, just like the tail of a mouse.

It's been an hour, and I haven't dug much, but I'm starving, but my mother said, hold on, we have to wash dishes when we get back! After returning home, we washed it with water 10 many times before cleaning it. It's finally time for dinner. Today's food smells better than ever.

This time I dug shepherd's purse, covered in mud, and became a legendary clay doll.