This is a small poem about children playing with ice in the winter morning. It depicts the childish, lively and unique scene of children playing with ice.
A cute little guy got up in a hurry at dawn and ran outside impatiently. Not afraid of the biting cold air, he stretched out his white and tender hands and took out the ice cubes in the basin with force. The ice is round and shaped like silver, crystal clear, smooth and smooth, so beautiful and tempting! The little guy was very interested and used his ingenuity to carefully drill a hole in the middle of the round ice, put on a five-color rope, lifted it up and beat it like a gong. Unexpectedly, the sound was as loud and beautiful as hitting a jade chime. It floated out of the courtyard and through the woods, breaking the tranquility of the winter morning. At this moment, the little guy was so passionate that he couldn't help himself. He hit harder and harder, and the louder and harder he hit. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, and the round ice shattered and fell to the ground, making a sound like breaking glass. The little guy clapped his hands and giggled happily.
As a result, strings of childish laughter resounded in the sky above the village...