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Snowball fight. Winter is coming, the cold wind blows, the face is like a knife, the winter elf - snow also dances beautifully from the sky, to every corner of the world, inadvertently, they have already used the roof, trees, grass, and highway as a stage, scrambling to perform.

The happiest of all are our children. My classmates and I had a snowball fight in a clearing in the mountains, and we split into two teams and then went to prepare the "ammunition", and my job was to see if any of my classmates were making fake "ammunition" (mixing stones or weeds into snowballs) to avoid danger. Five minutes later, we went to war, and I led a "death squad" of the women's army to attract the attention of the "enemy", while the large army quietly detoured to the enemy's rear to catch them by surprise.

Sure enough, as we expected, the "enemy army" was all hit, and all the forces were transferred to the front to confront our "death squads", but the "lair" in the rear was empty, and we quickly succeeded, and the enemy army lost a large territory. In the ensuing battle, we all fought in the snow and bravely. Towards the end of the war, I accidentally, with a "bang", a snowball landed on my face, and I immediately had snow all over my face, like a little old man with a white beard.

Winter is the season of fun, the season of children's laughter.

Play in the snow. In the morning, Dad got up and pushed open the window, only to hear an exclamation: "Wow!

It's so beautiful! I was overjoyed to hear this, and hurriedly got dressed, and went downstairs with my parents, shouting excitedly as I walked, "Snowball fight!"

Play in the snow! ”

A fierce war began. My dad and I made snowballs out of the snow, on the leaves, on the bridge rails, and on the ground, and my mom was the referee and had a snowball fight. For a while, I saw snowballs flying all over the sky, laughter was also flying all over the sky, I chased and fought, and my father fought back while fleeing, and I sang happily:

Imperialism fled with its tail between its legs. "That's when Dad flew a snowball, and I quickly fought back. Accidentally, Dad's snowball hit my foot, and I flew a snowball into Dad's neck in a fit of rage, and Dad screamed while running:

I'm cold! It's so cold! I shouted

Oh, victory, victory! Mom smiled happily!

My dad and I were fighting, and the pedestrians on the road saw it and didn't know what was going on, thinking it was a fight. I beat it all the way downstairs to my aunt's house, and my father's neck was wet. My dad and I started building snowmen again.

My sister saw it upstairs and thought it was funny, so she came down to build a snowman with us. The snowman's nose and hands were made of twigs, and his eyes and mouth were made of firecracker paper.

Time flies! After a while, it's time for lunch. I said to my dad, "Every time it snows, I'll have a snowball fight and build a snowman, okay?" Dad said, "Yes! ”

When night falls and the lights come on, people gather to the embankment. Here, the square is brightly lit, like day; The grass is green, soft as a soft blanket. The water of the Longjin River is murmuring, and the cool breeze is coming, and the summer heat is swept away.

The square on the embankment is an aerobic gym for the elderly, a natural playground for children, and a stroll for young people to relax. <>

Listen, the footsteps of stepping on the music point are sonorous and powerful, allowing us to see the vigorous spirit of the sunset. Look, the tenacity of the unkempt child learning to "swim the dragon" is really impressive. One fell and clapped his hands, the second fell straight back and continued to walk, and the third fell to get up or slide forward, this newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, so that these little guys are vividly interpreted.

Have a happy New Year.

Today is February 17th, and it is a festive day. Why is it a festive day? Because it's the New Year!

Early in the morning, I woke up early with my father and mother. Then, my father and mother and I went to the vegetable market. The wet market is so lively!

The stalls are one after the other, the cries of small traders come and go, the bargaining of customers is endless, and the noise of people coming and going is one after another. My dad and mom and I squeezed into the market for a long time. We first went to the fish stall and bought a valuable fish.

Then I went to the food stall and bought a pack of pistachio ......Finally, my father and mother and I went to the fruit stand and asked for a box of apples.

When we arrived at my hometown, my grandmother and grandfather saw me and my father and mother coming, and immediately came out of the house to greet us. My neighbor's kids also came out to play with me.

After lunch at noon, my aunt and uncle came with my sister. My aunt also bought me a lot of snacks to eat, and I was so happy!

After dinner in the evening, Dad took out the fireworks. I looked at the colorful sparks in the sky, and suddenly remembered a poem written by Wang Anshi in my heart - Yuan Ri: One year old in the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

Thousands of pupils and pupils, always replace the new peach with the old one. Yes, in the lively sound of firecrackers, the unforgettable old years were sent away; How many warm spring breezes have brought the New Year to people with smiles on their faces. We were a year older, and every house opened its doors and windows to let in the bright sunlight on New Year's Day.

I'm a year older, I should be more sensible, mom and dad put so much effort into me, I want to read well.

books, when you grow up, you will win glory for the motherland and contribute to the motherland. Ten years of trees, 100 years of people. I will not disappoint my parents and teachers who have worked hard for me.

What a happy New Year!

As soon as I had the winter break, I couldn't have been happier. Because it's the Spring Festival in a few days.

In those days, I followed my father and mother to the street every day to buy New Year's goods. As soon as you go to the streets, you can see people smiling and some carrying baskets to buy things on the street. Most of the shops on the street have red lanterns hanging in front of them. It's all in a festive mood.

We don't celebrate the Spring Festival like it used to be. People are not worried about food and clothing now, but a feeling, a feeling of the Spring Festival. What does it feel like friends and family getting together to eat and drink? Or play with the little ones? I don't know.

This year's Spring Festival, grandpa and grandma did not come to our house, but spent it at my uncle's house. After the second uncle learned the news, he invited us to their house on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve and celebrate the Spring Festival with them.

From the beginning of the first month, the population on the street slowly increases. Because people generally have to pay New Year's greetings to relatives and friends. It's the same in our family, my father and mother go to their relatives' houses every day to pay their New Year's greetings.

As I sit at home, I often hear people working in the yard greeting, "Happy New Year." Maybe these three words are people's blessings to others on New Year's Day!