Luo Ding's Spring Festival Composition

Amid the cheers of the children and the crisp firecrackers in the morning, it came quietly.

Everyone can't wait to celebrate the festival, and they are ecstatic. Because you can have delicious food, fun and lucky money waiting for you.

But I just feel that the delicious food is not delicious, the fun is not fun, and the lucky money is not happy-the happiest thing is the happy time with my uncle.

My uncle is in Zhangjiagang. He usually doesn't come back. He only comes back occasionally during the Spring Festival, so I was very happy when he came back last time!

Speaking of my happy time with my uncle, there is nothing better than having a snowball fight with him.

My little uncle was there that day, and it snowed heavily, especially in Li Hongzhong. Because no one came for the Chinese New Year, the security guard wouldn't let us in, but at my little uncle's repeated request, he finally let us in.

As soon as we got on the bus, we started running like runaway wild horses. I fell down happily all the way because the snow was frozen. I saw my uncle taking pictures, so I picked up a snowball and rushed at him. So my uncle returned the camera to his father and asked him to take pictures. I snuck up to his father and said he'd better choose some funny scenes to shoot. Dad readily agreed. So our fierce snowball fight began, and my uncle joined me. So, we formed such a team: my little uncle and aunt VS me and my big uncle. Hehe, I can still remember the scene vividly: my hands were frozen stiff that day, but my little uncle wouldn't let go and rushed at me with a snowball, muttering "I hit, I hit, I hit!" " "Then I covered me with a hat, so that even the bugs couldn't get in, leaving my uncle's snowball. Just then, my uncle saw it and came to "avenge" me. At this time, you will definitely ask, "What are you doing? "aha! My big snowball is finally finished. I used my uncle's strength to throw the "heavyweight" snowball to my uncle. At this time, my little uncle seemed to see my snowball and wanted to go up and pick it up for a "stunt" performance, but in order to avoid my big uncle's snowball, I hid to the left. At this moment, my snowball hit my little uncle's head like a big stone. He's going to be Santa Claus!

"1: 0 counts?" While I was talking, my little uncle was still dusting the snow from his head, and it happened that my father was recording this funny scene. ...

Well, our snowball fight is over, but our clothes are all wet, but I don't care. I am very comfortable sitting in my uncle's air-conditioned car. On the way home, we talked and laughed.

When I got home, I leaned against the door, holding a snack in one hand, talking to my uncle, watching my father's uncle play Santa Claus, watching the scene of children fighting not far away, and listening to the greetings of adults saying "Make a fortune in the New Year", and my heart was full of firecrackers.

PS: Pure hypocrisy! I don't even know what Luoding is! ? ! ! The story is also false, write a composition, not unwritten!