I was born in Hunan, a province in south of China where is humid and warn. So, usually it doesn’t snow for a few years there in Hunan. Conversely, it was colder than the winter in Beijing. It might be snowed sometimes when I was little, but the most impressive snow in my memory happens in the year when I was nine. I have never seen snowing like that before, and the heavily snow was memorable in my childhood.
One day I woke up in the morning, some white crystal things cover on the ground and the whole world turned to silver. I could hardly believe that was snowing. The whole world just covered by snow after one night, and still snow little by little during the day. I dressed warm then went out excited. I couldn’t wait to come close to the world of fairy tale. Feeling soft by stepping on the snow and it melted in a flash even though I treated it lightly.
Later on, my best friends and I made snowmen and had snowball fights in front of my house. The snow was perfect for snowball fights. Cold but happy, the snow brought me an unforgettable pleasure in my childhood.
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