Essay snowman tears 300 words

In an ancient wilderness, there is an old tomb, and people do not know who the owner of the tomb is, but they only see that the weeds here are stubble after stubble, always growing and multiplying.

One winter was so cold that it snowed heavily for several days. The flowers and plants beside the tomb have withered one after another, only the grass hiding in the cracks of the high stones has fought against this cruel winter with tenacious vitality, but the grass that has always liked to be lively has lost its friends, and she feels very lonely and lonely.

One day, the weather was as usual, with snow in the sky. But some people came, and they took the appearance of a man by dividing it by two, and put a hat on it and a scarf around it. Xiaocao, who had been silent since the loss of her friend, suddenly became excited, she shook a few times vigorously, shaking off all the snow on her body, she also twisted her waist and shook her head, intending to greet this new friend, and by the way, leave a good impression in his heart.

But Xiaocao didn't take it to heart, she said to the man with a smile on her face, "May I ask sir, your honorable name?" The man said coldly

Everyone calls me 'Snowman'. With that, his eyes skimmed to the other side. Xiaocao said excitedly

Wow! Nice to meet you, Mr. Snowman. Can I shake your hand?

As soon as Xiaocao stretched out his hand, he was knocked aside by the snowman's hand. The snowman also said coldly: "Shaking hands with such a lowly person as you is simply insulting my noble status!"

In fact, the snowman didn't think that way at all, he just didn't want Xiaocao to know his true intentions. It turns out that from the moment the snowman was born, he firmly believed that the sun came out because of green life, and as long as these green lives disappeared, the sun could never come out again, and he could stay in the world forever. He had secretly planned in his heart to kill the grass.

But the simple grass is still naïve to think that the snowman is just a little prejudiced against what she did before, and as long as there is a little communication, the snowman will definitely become a good friend of hers. The day went smoothly and uneventfully.

The next day, there was a snowstorm, and the snowman couldn't help but talk in his heart: Haha! God help me, this time I think this broken grass will definitely die.

Xiaocao also frowned, thinking: It's over! Finished!

I'm sure I'm going to die this time, and I don't know if Mr. Snowman can survive such a big snowfall. The grass shivered in the wind and snow, but the snowman did not move, and the snowman thought: Haha!

Look at this little girl must be dying!

Whoo – A gust of wind blows, and the snowman's scarf is blown onto the grass. Now that Xiaocao was saved, she suddenly felt a burst of warmth, and said happily in her heart: Hehe!

Mr. Snowman has a cool appearance and ignores people, but he still cares about me! The naïve grass didn't know that the snowman was not afraid of the cold, and the scarf was just a decoration for him. At this time, the snowman kept asking:

Xiaocao, are you okay? "Everyone knows that the snowman sees the grass as a thorn in his side, how can he care about it? Actually, it was testing whether Xiaocao had already choked.