Winter is coming! The weather turned cold, and people in the street put on cotton-padded clothes and down jackets.
I really want to have a snowball fight and make a snowman in winter vacation. God seems to know what I'm thinking. It snows heavily at the age of 30. Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. Before long, I looked out of the window and said, "Wow!" It's all white: lawns, trees, roads and roofs are all wrapped in white, which is beautiful!
I happily came to the snow, picked up a small ball, rolled and rolled, rolled and rolled, hehe, turned into a big snowball! I had a brainwave and thought of an idea: pile two snowmen on both sides of our unit door and let the guests be "lucky cats"!
I excitedly called my parents out to have a snowball fight together. "Ready to start" I picked up a small snowball and threw it at my father. With a "wow", my father had a flash of light and "escaped" my attack. Dad began to "fight back" and saw the snowball in his hand flying towards me. When I leaned over, the snowball slipped by.
I began to gloat: how can a small snowball beat me? "Ha ha" I couldn't help laughing. Bad, dangerous, dad's "missile" flew again, and "plop" landed right on my mouth. "Bah, Bah, Bah" is extremely obscene! People passing by couldn't help laughing! After half an hour's competition, the result came out. I won the competition 7-3!
Unexpected snowfall in winter vacation brings me surprises, and snowball fights bring me endless fun.