Skiing diary: 200 words and three articles.

There are many people in the ski resort. My uncle rented us skis, shoes and snow plugs. We walked happily to the starting point and couldn't wait to slide down the hillside one by one. Haha, there are all kinds. My uncle failed to stop the car and ran into a big snowdrift. My sister shouted "help" all the way, and my aunt was more interesting. She got up and fell down again. Looking at the various postures on the ski resort, our stomachs will burst with laughter. My mother has been following me, controlling the speed, keeping my feet parallel, using my inner character and mastering the essentials when braking, and I skate smoothly. The adults stopped to cheer for me. Looks like I skate well. Sit and pull the rope up the hill, and then slide down. After several visits, everyone became much more skilled, and we all sweated.

After skiing, we climbed the snow-capped mountains and took a hovercraft. It's really interesting. I will definitely come again next time.

extreme

My parents took me to Anji Ski Resort. We took a bus ride for about five hours, and it was past nine o'clock in the evening when we arrived in Anji.

We went skiing after a night's rest. When we arrived at the ski resort, the snow there was like covering the earth with a big white quilt, and all the trees seemed to be dressed in silver. The ski resort is crowded with people. Some people walk carefully for fear of falling to the ground. Some people slid down quickly, while others fell to the ground and sat there laughing. The ski resort is full of screams and laughter.

I can't wait to put on my skis and go skiing in my sleigh. I fell a few times when I first skated, and then I slowly found the skill and fell from a height. Very interesting!

Today, I experienced the fun of skiing, and I was really happy.

Tisso

In order to relax my study, my father decided to take me skiing.

When I came to the ski resort, I walked up and down the lounge, anxiously waiting for my father to go through the formalities. After a while, dad came out. We put on heavy tires and climbed up the high snowdrift with my father's help. Finally, it was my turn to skate. I sat on the tire and my heart began to beat like a drum. The tire began to slide quickly. I tightened the rope and closed my eyes. When the tire landed, my heart finally calmed down. With this, I'm not afraid anymore. I slid down one by one, and an hour passed quickly. I reluctantly left the snow park.

Goodbye, ice park.