MyPerfectDay

　　Wintercameandthefirstsnowbegantofall.ItwasearlySaturdaymorning.WhenIgotupandlookedoutofthewindow,Isawtrees,roofsandthegroundallcoveredwithsnow.Theworldseemedtobeavastexpanseofwhiteness.Howbeautiful!“Aheavysnow,arichharvest.”Peasantsmustbeveryhappy.Iwashappy,too,because….Well,letmetellyou.Inthepreviousafternoon,whenschoolwasover,ourteachercameintotheclassroom.“Shallwegotothehillandhaveasnowfight?”sheaskeduswithasmile.“Good!”thewholeclassshoutedcheerfully.

　　That'swhyIwassohappyinthemorning.

　　Whenwegottothehill,westartedmakingsnowballsatonce.Suddenlyasnowballhitmeintheface.Howcold!WhenIhadmadeenoughsnowballs,Ibegantothrowthematmy“enemies”.

　　Wethrewsnowballsateachother;wekeptlaughingandshouting.Whatgreatfun!Wewerechildrenagain.Wedidnotstopenjoyingourselvesuntilwecouldnotseeeachotherclearlyforthedark.

　　Onourwayhome,wewerestilltalkingaboutoursnowfight.Thewindwasblowinghard,butwedidnotfeelthecold.Whatahappyday!