The first snow of winter is always full of anticipation. On that day, thin snowflakes were falling in the sky, like the spirits of the sky dancing. We, the children, looked at the snowflakes outside the window and our hearts were filled with joy.
In the morning, I woke up early, opened the window, and a cold air hit my face. I saw that the world outside the window had turned silvery white, and the earth was covered with thick snowflakes, like a white down jacket. I jumped out of bed excitedly, couldn't wait to put on my thick cotton coat, put on my gloves, and rushed out of the house.
When I came to the school, I saw that all my classmates had arrived. Some of them are having snowball fights, some are building snowmen, and some are skiing. I also joined them, we ran together in the snow and frolicked in the snow together.
We started with a snowball fight. We split into two teams, each built a snow castle, and threw snowballs at each other. The snowball arced through the air and landed on the opponent's body, splashing snowflakes. We laughed and screamed, completely forgetting about the cold. Our laughter echoed in the air like a cheerful song.
Next, we started building a snowman. We got some leaves and made a snowman's hat and scarf. We also got some pebbles to make the eyes and nose of the snowman. We pile the snow into a big ball, and then we pile a smaller ball on top of the big ball and make the head and body of the snowman. We also put a pebble on top of the small round ball to make the eyes of the snowman. We also put a small wooden stick under the small round ball to make the snowman's nose. Thus was born our snowman, standing in the snow as if smiling at us.
Finally, we started skiing. We paddled track after track in the snow, then sat on the skateboard and slid down the track. Our speed is getting faster and faster, the wind is howling in our ears, and our hearts are beating faster and faster. We screamed, laughed, and enjoyed the thrill of this speed.
That day, we played in the snow all day. Although our hands were red from the cold, and although our faces were red from the wind, we were all happy. Because we know it's the happiest time we've had this winter.
On that day, we left our footprints in the snow. Those footprints are like our memories, deeply imprinted in the snow. Whenever we see those footprints, we think of that winter, of our happy times in the snow.
On that day, we created our joy in the snow. Those joys are like our treasures, hidden deep in our hearts. Whenever we think of those joys, we feel extremely happy.
That day, we formed our friendship in the snow. Those friendships are like the bonds that bind us together. When we think of those friendships, we feel extremely warm.
On that day, we left our childhood in the snow. That childhood was like a picture scroll for us, depicting our joys, friendships, and dreams. Every time we think of that childhood, we feel incomparably beautiful.
That day, we spent our winter in the snow. That winter was like our story, telling us about our joys, friendships, and dreams. Every time we think of that winter, we feel incredibly sweet.
That day, we found our selves in the snow. That self is like a beacon for us, illuminating our path. Every time we think of that self, we feel incredibly confident.
On that day, we experienced the beauty of life in the snow. That beauty is like our psalms, singing about our lives. Every time we think of that beauty, we feel extremely satisfied.
On that day, we felt the joy of life in the snow. That pleasure is like our music, playing our life. Every time we think about that fun, we feel extremely happy.
On that day, we found the meaning of life in the snow. That meaning is like our goal, guiding our lives. Every time we think about that meaning, we feel incredibly motivated. Composition