Unforgettable Christmas
Impression of Christmas are always so comfortable and pleasant. Impression of December utterly no winter chills exist only with the warmth of spring. Primary school last a bunch of plum opening, opening in plum shall open holiday -- Christmas.
Every day comes, no matter who you are, the table with CARDS, always guangqishuba blessed write full statements. Distance by colour crayon daub, deserve to swirl of snow, dedicate Christmas pure and innocent. After school, the students in stalls either buy ribbons, buy balloon, risking goose hair ornament classroom and passes through the snow everywhere sections. Loss of dignity, old school instead of Christmas is full-bodied atmosphere, and the sense of quiet, elegant fragrant anmi...
In the plum flower open season, exists everywhere joy and let ferial fierce competition jilt behind. Primary school of lily-white Christmas, we make concerted efforts, in classroom full ribbon flowers, inserted inside the partners are also came to school are always happy laughter buried. The smile not April fool's day of ridicule, this is children's day smile, smile more not win self-centered pride. Look again at the desks piles of greeting CARDS and companions bother "merry Christmas", a kind of warm current influx family-like haret till now, a time sleep sweet. This western flower festival, estimate pass east Asia, also knoe alone.
Christmas in memory of the waves in always mass a charming fragrance is always so. Just playing snowballs and we childishness and dye-in-the-wood, give Christmas the abundance of delicacies add a delicious. Walking on the street, thoughtfully with "snow but lose mei period of sweet" sentence, stepping on the cold feet not Ken melting snow, we appreciate the nature and history with gifts. The community Christmas tree stands rock-firm, colourful, Neon lights flashing continuously. Curtain of night arrives, city by snow and gorgeous color hangs, the moonlight is bleak. Appreciate this rare town of Christmas day, my thoughts, is also return to ancient as the snows of December...
Oh, Christmas, you this western settlers, who have how much laughter reposing in our new generation of young men? You is a snow, contending when open silently, silently. You are the wind, but without a trace detonated festival laughter. You still purity of heart, in an increasingly squalor in the more show the brighter. You threw down in the snow kart seppel laugh, melting patches of snowflakes, melting people inner fragments. Her name is Christmas, she had some brilliant engraved in my mind. Remember her appearance, more remember her smile. In past Christmas elegant atmosphere, who wouldn't be affected? Vaguely remember that laughter contending with contending with open, fall.
That Christmas smile, now that I have can not find.
不知對不對您的胃口,呵呵,見諒吧,畢竟是一上午的結(jié)晶哦