Smile a snowman

The next day, the town we lived in was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and the shy pink face of the sun was like a warm lamp hanging in the east, shining white on the snow-covered streets. People came out of the snow and the town came alive. Children in the snow on the foot of the deep footprints, the sole of the constantly singing "squeak" song. A large forklift plowed snow from the road, and soon the black tarmac was exposed, like a pair of shears cutting through the snow that covered the town. Most of the people picked up the shovel, have their own snow shovel, snow piles, these snow piles, like a white round mushroom on both sides of the street......

Each grain fragrant rice line today to see the store is brother and sister. Her sister was dressed like a princess: an apricot down jacket with green thermal pants, goose yellow uggs and a grey scarf around her neck. Sister seems to be standing on the snow of a lovely red plum, this dress is the brother's masterpiece, she is only seven or eight years old, carefree, but also need brother's careful care and care. Brother is a bespectacled guy, a freshman, winter vacation just came back. His mother went to the hospital to look after his sick father, so it fell on him to look after the shop and his sister.

My brother loves to write poetry. Read his poems: "He'll write poetry is a lion/he is dreaming of a head of love fox/he is a winter dancing snake/dragonfly is one can only read his prose/he is a fish tail tea health/he is a colorful butterfly just want to when the teacher/but TianBuZuoMei/he stands on a sorrow/like jewels broken embellish the eyes / / grass for his cry When will he be the same/until then/he will be the same fighting dinosaur/he will be the same crying baboon..." He wrote it yesterday. It's called "The Butterfly Who Wants to Be a Teacher." What sorrow had he got himself into? Papa is very ill, and perhaps in the coming year he will not have dear Papa...

"Elder brother, today to see mom and dad?" "Asked the pretty sister, who was playing with a snowball. My brother plowed the snow at the door.

"Go!" My brother, who had been silent, began to say, "What do you want to get dad?"

"I'll do it myself! A colorful snowball." The pretty little girl said in a sweet voice, "This will be the world's first colorful snowball, my invention! Mom and Dad will love it."

Brother moved curiosity, asked: "Colorful snowballs? How to make it colorful!"

Because of the snow, rice line few customers come to the door, brother shovel snow, then help my sister to make a snowball.

Sister took out colored paper and small scissors, colored paper has red, green, black and yellow, she will fold these paper together and fold into a long strip, to take scissors to cut. Brother afraid of sister clipping fingers, quickly took the scissors and paper, said: "Don't cut the paper into red. How to cut? I'll help you."

Sister said, "Cut the colored paper into snow."

Brother know sister meaning, he picked up the scissors "click click", will cut the paper like snow foam fine.

My sister used a washbasin to fill half a basin of snow from the outside. She grabbed the colored paper pieces cut by her brother and sprinkled them into the basin like scallion. She will be small hands as a spatula, constantly shovel snow and paper foam, turning it over and mixing. Soon, the basin was filled with colorful snow.

Sister with fingers heavy a row will be divided into two parts of the snow in the basin, ready to do two snowballs. She stretched out two small hands to slowly gather the snow, like holding fish in the water, again and again. The snowball is very loose and large, and gradually becomes tight and round. Soon, two colorful snowballs were born. My sister caught a snowball in one hand, colorful, beautiful.

Sister happy, brother smiled. My brother's smile is too precious, like the warm sun on a snowy day.

The sun is slowly climbing higher. The children are out, jumping, the snow day seems to be their most happy holiday, they are performing the most traditional programs: snowball fights, snowball, snowman...... Especially the snowman, asing if is the new citizens in the town, or just invited to guests, everyone give clothes they have, to hat they wear, to the shoes they wear, to smoke, they smoke to walnut, they eat to lipstick they give sunglasses they protect your eyes, will also be beloved toy sword pistol glow stick, and so on are in their hands... Everyone designed the snowman in their own style, using exaggeration and imagination to attract the eyes of children and adults.

When these new faces mushroomed like mushrooms, when these cows and horses face pleasant sheep sheep grey Wolf monster big beauty handsome guy fat grandpa bad grandma in the street side, each grain of fragrant rice line door also appeared two hand in hand snowman, they have a common name, called smile. He was six feet tall, with long legs, a pointed chin, and his hair parted to the sides. He called it a big smile. Big smile lovely smile, happy smile, bright smile. Big smile smile is like white clouds, as if it is a wonderful performance, as if it is a cup of hot rolling tea, as if it is a small bowl of sweet honey...... Big smile is brother, he is holding the sister, sister wearing pigtails, small red face. Sister is a little snowman, her name is little Smile. Small smile wearing a red dress, like a snowdrop in the snow, she also smiled, happy smile, her smile is a just sprouted tender leaves, is a beautiful chrysanthemum, is a sweet snack, is a happy beat, is a warm ball of fire......

Of course, it was the brothers and sisters who made the smiling snowman. Not to mention that they had frozen their hands all morning, or that they had put a lot of effort into it, the design of the smiling face alone has captivated many people. Who did not worry and sad, but see the big smile and small smile, the heart is relieved, they feel that the smile of the two snowmen is a kind greeting, is the winter sun, is the rainbow after the rain, is two street lamps in the night; When they see the big smile and the small smile, they will laugh in their stomach, in their heart, in their blood and in their sputum. Then the happy people will feel that the smiles of the two people before them are like a delicious meal, like a dense forest, like the bright stars in the sky...