Walking through the trees, humming a tune,
stepping on the grass to catch up with the fallen leaves.
I met it and
passed it face to face.
It kissed my face gently,
It was cold ...
Winter came,
It passed through the clouds with sadness,
It slowly slipped from the sky.
I saw it,
I caught it with my hand,
It landed gently in my palm,
It was cold ...
Winter came,
I hid in the clouds and enjoyed myself.
Naughtily tore off pieces of white clouds,
dyed the sky white and covered the earth.
I feel it,
I feel its joy.
I made a snowman for it with my hands.
Draw a row of buttons for the snowman with black charcoal;
I drew a happy mouth shape with a yellow marker;
use the red colored pen to insert it backwards as a long nose;
Use black glass beads as eyes;
give it a hat that you can't bear to wear.
I quietly appreciate the beautiful work completed with it.
At this moment,
I heard its voice,
-I'm coming!