I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.

It's me! Original, I'm in 6th grade

Scene description, or scene description, is a description of the general situation of the activities of many characters at a particular time and place. It is often a combination of narrative, descriptive, lyrical and other methods of expression, is the natural scenery, social environment, character activities and other description of the object of concentrated performance. Common labor scenes, battle scenes, sports scenes, and various meeting scenes. Scene description to show a particular atmosphere, a single expression and writing techniques is not enough to use a combination of narrative, description, lyricism, argumentation and other means of expression, as well as reflection, symbolism and other techniques, so that the scene into a vivid and full of infectious pictures.

Example Sentences:

1 The 60th anniversary of the founding of the new China, for which the children of the whole world are happy, inspired and excited.

2 The sun is like blood, the clouds are rolling in, the rouge is purple, the horizon *** out of the highly developed, fortified urban agglomeration of black huge silhouettes, the inter-city track in a radial line running in the wilderness. Nearby, the yellow sands rolled, the iron gray silhouettes of the heavily armored troops reflecting a hint of awe-inspiring sheer gold, raising floating dust to cover the sun as they drove off into the distance, the roar of machinery hot and gritty. All of this is solidified into a tone of heavy oil painting, as the war itself, cohesion of too much love and hate of human beings, ambition, glory and dreams.

3 days gray, cloudy and cold. The sidewalks on both sides of Chang'an Street were crowded with men, women and children. The road is so long, so many people, east to see the head, west to see the tail. People had black veils wrapped around their arms, white flowers on their chests, and their eyes were looking in the direction where Premier Zhou's hearse was coming. A gray-haired grandmother, hands on crutches, back against an acacia tree, waiting anxiously and patiently. A young couple, the husband holding a young daughter, the wife led the six or seven-year-old son, they squeezed off the sidewalk, poking around and looking. A group of tear-stained red scarf, holding each other's shoulders, tiptoe looking, looking ......

4 have not yet entered the market gate, only to see the inside crowded, the sound of people clamoring. The market is divided into vegetable area, fish, meat, poultry and egg area and commodity area. We walked into the vegetable market with the crowd. Just see the vegetables and fruits, fresh and rich, a wide range. Vegetable stalls on the green greens, white and green radish, watery celery, red and moist tomatoes, green with thorns of the cucumber, all kinds of agricultural and sideline products have everything. People can choose any fresh vegetables they like from the stalls, and the prices are slightly more expensive than those in the state-run vegetable farms.

Autumn will end, cold rain chilly, outside the window is the gurgling sound of the rain, Xiao Xiao rain curtain, like the falling leaves flying, like a quiet night flying flowers; under the lamp is a clear tea, light books, so that the poetic mood, so that the mood to fly, so let me let and with the ancestor of the poetry of the traction, the dial clouds through the fog, to feel the rain for what is it, actually make the day is short, can make the night long, can be a human being thousands of years of chanting.

For the description of rain, since ancient times, there are many good lines. Su Dongpo's "water brimming with eyes is good, the mountain color of the rain is also strange", Wen Tingjun's "rain on the Xianyang Bridge as hanging, 10,000 points of air across the fishing boat", as well as Han Gui's "Tianjie drizzle moist as crispy, the grass color is close to the distant look and nothing! "All of them depict the beautiful enjoyment brought by the moist rain. As long as the rain does not fall directly, the wind does not blow diagonally, walking in the rain with an umbrella, let the rain knocked on the umbrella surface, and then the handle of the umbrella gently rotated, the rain to the four sides of the spray, and then rotated into a circle of flying eaves. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the scene in the rain, and you'll be able to catch it a few times in your life!

The first break in the rain, the scenery is refreshing, poets will inevitably have a lot of feelings, Wang Wei has a "Mountain Dwelling Autumn All Night": "After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather late in the fall. The bright moon shining between the pines, clear springs flowing over the rocks", as if we were brought to the paradise, where there is no hustle and bustle of the traffic, chaotic sky, only the wind and moon clear pines, so that the mood to get a moment of precipitation, is also good. Su Shi has "Raccoon Brook Sand": "soft grass Pingsha over the rain new, light sand walking on the road without dust", is a kind of rain after the whip of pleasure, soft grass, light sand, so that the poet horse ride from the heart of leisure, sprinkle text between the clouds and rain.

Rain, it is wonderful, when you are happy, it is like a happy song, listen to the window, cheerful and pleasant, clear rhyme melodious; when you are lonely, it has become a sad poem, the rain hit the window pane, by filling the sentimental. Poets often use the rain to express their feelings, move their feelings to the situation, love, rain, love, sadness, woven into a fine net, netting a lonely heart. Chen and Yi's "spring cold" "begonias do not cherish the color of rouge, independent of the drizzle", seemingly praising the flowers, meant to praise the people, writing flowers, meaningful. Yan Guidao's falling flowers in the rain: "falling flowers, independent people, rain swallows flying", "looking for each other in the dream, flying rain falling flowers," are the lingering engraved in the rain, as if the independent people, flying swallows, the rain, fading flowers are integrated into the It is as if the independent person, the two flying swallows, the drizzling rain, and the fading flowers have all been merged into space and time and turned into eternity. Li Yu, the Tang Dynasty's later lord, wrote "The rain is gurgling outside the window, and spring is ending", which is a poignant thought, and it was not long before the poet passed away. The poet is trapped in the north, the middle of the night coverlet like iron, the rain gurgling ear, the mood is incomparable sadness, all kinds of sadness, is not a long sigh of rain can be carried!

The rain is not only observable, but also audible. Listen to the cold rain. Li Qingzhao's "Sycamore and rain, to dusk, dripping. This time, how a word of sadness" ("sound slow - looking for"), sounds so bleak, bleak, bleak. There is also her "Adding Words to Cai Sang Zi - Basho" depicting the scene of sitting and listening to the sound of rain hitting the banana: "Sad pillow on the three rain, dripping heavy rain, dripping heavy rain, sadness damage to the north is not accustomed to get up and listen to." In addition to the poignancy, it is even more dismal. The sound of various percussive sounds and sliding tones are densely woven into a net. Whether it is a sparse rain drop sycamore, or a sudden rain on the banana, rain, like a wet soul, in front of the house outside the window, call murmur.

Outside the window, the autumn rain is still drizzling, like smoke and mist shrouded in the underworld of beings, thinking of the reunion of the distant future, the past, cover the book and sigh long, "the green bird does not pass the cloud outside the letter, the lilacs in the rain in the knot of sadness". When the sound of rain, sitting alone, listening to the music of the sky, only to listen to the "how many things in the past and present, all with the wind and rain to the heart".

lively Spring Festival The annual Spring Festival is coming, I think every child is eagerly looking forward to the Spring Festival, there are some of their favorite things! For example: to receive the elders to give the New Year's money, shopping around to buy new clothes, go to relatives' homes to visit the New Year, to travel and so on, and my favorite thing is to set off firecrackers and fireworks.

Every New Year's Eve, I would pester my dad to take me to set off firecrackers. Nowadays, you can't set off firecrackers in the city, so my dad had to take me to the countryside to set off firecrackers. Every time we would buy many different kinds of firecrackers and fireworks.

We put the firecrackers inserted in the soil, with incense to ignite the fuse, I hands tightly cover the ears, hiding behind the adults, poking out half a head, looking at the sizzling fuse, thinking: I in the end to let go of the hand, jumped to the front to make a brave look, or just like now so scared look it? I still hesitate, firecrackers have "bang" a bang, suddenly confetti scattered, dusty, the air filled with a smell of smoke.

I also shouted with joy! Of course, the most spectacular or fireworks at night. Some fireworks released on the sky like a blooming chrysanthemum, some fireworks released on the sky is first a small circle, then like a water wave as a circle to enlarge, and the color of each circle is not the same! Some fireworks released on the sky like a fountain, "wow" scattered down.

... A variety of colorful fireworks intertwined together, one after another, colorful, the night sky decorated like a brilliant palace, very beautiful.

Looking at the sky full of fireworks, listening to the crackling firecrackers all around, the hot and lively New Year has come again.

began, the scene from the low tide to ***, the students' cheers, stomping sound melted into a piece, it was not easy to get to our class, the male students immediately on the battlefield, stood up, good posture, into the "work" part of the style, with the top of the foot, hooked feet; the body to live in backward leaning, hands, like an iron clamp, grabbing hard to the bottom of the foot, and the foot, the foot, and the body, the body, and the body, the body, the body, and the body. Like an iron pincer, grabbing the hemp rope with force.

Waiting for the whistle, the students will exert their strength, like a tiger. The tendons in our hands protruded.

Muscles taut, sweaty hair on the body straight, hair erect, forehead shrunk into a circle, palms of the rope strangled red, some even blisters, sweat beads rolled. In spite of this, we are still pulling hard, the more pulling hands, the more "hard", we clenched our teeth, enduring pain, thinking: must insist on, can not relax, to win, must win.

Our legs keep moving back, the more we move farther and farther away, the red scarf from the midpoint of the slowly moving closer to our side. Seeing that we are about to win, the six 15 class is also not willing to show weakness, each of them make nine bulls and two tigers, cheeks bulging, face red and swollen, like a steel warrior.

We originally thought we were going to win, so we didn't pay attention to each other, but the students of the class of six 15 took advantage of us not to pay much attention, and came to a sudden "attack".

We thought we were going to win, so we didn't pay attention to each other, but the students in class 615 took advantage of our inattention to make a sudden "attack".

The red scarf is getting closer and closer to the other side. Around some teachers for us to inspire, for us to cheer, the students also began to calm, revitalized, cheerleaders also give us cheer: "six 16 class, cheer, six 16 class, cheer ......" Listen to the cheerleaders cheering, we suddenly full of body strength, pull back the rope, the red scarf slowly leaning toward us, "win!" We cheered.

late fall, feeling in the fall of the wood Xiao Xiao, chest welling up a touch of sadness.

So, busy taking advantage of a windy and sunny weather, revisit the charming childhood creek. A few old willows, graceful posture, the wind whipped willow branches such as the old man's beard.

The river is slightly knitted, rubbing a curve of golden light. The water is so light, reflecting the sparse shadow of the willow.

If it is summer, the river is like a kind old man, put us in the river, gently caress. At night, it will be sound asleep in general, so that everything feels warm and quiet, pulp sound alas, pull me back from the good memories.

In front of the river in the late fall, in the soughing autumn wind, such as a dry and thin old man, deep and solemn. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The river kissed the gentle and sentimental sandbanks, seems to be wiping the trauma for it. The two sides of the willow is no longer branches and leaves, but the branches and leaves are few ......... everything seems to be sick, even the withered grass, even the sand dunes, even the surrounding that was once lofty and unyielding poplar, elm trees.

But I clearly saw the strong bones of the river, unyielding personality and high dignity.

lively Spring Festival The annual Spring Festival is coming again, I think every child is eagerly looking forward to the Spring Festival, there are some things that make them like it! For example: to receive the elders to give the New Year's money, shopping around to buy new clothes, go to relatives' homes to visit the New Year, to travel and so on, and my favorite thing is to set off firecrackers and fireworks.

Every New Year's Eve, I would pester my dad to take me to set off firecrackers. Nowadays, you can't set off firecrackers in the city, so my dad had to take me to the countryside to set off firecrackers. Every time we would buy many different kinds of firecrackers and fireworks.

We put the firecrackers inserted in the soil, with incense to ignite the fuse, I hands tightly cover the ears, hiding behind the adults, poking out half a head, looking at the sizzling fuse, thinking: I in the end to let go of the hand, jumped to the front to make a brave look, or just like now so scared look it? I still hesitate, firecrackers have "bang" a bang, suddenly confetti scattered, dusty, the air filled with a smell of smoke.

I also shouted with joy! Of course, the most spectacular or fireworks at night. Some fireworks released on the sky like a blooming chrysanthemum, some fireworks released on the sky is first a small circle, then like a water wave as a circle to enlarge, and the color of each circle is not the same! Some fireworks released on the sky like a fountain, "wow" scattered down.

... A variety of colorful fireworks intertwined together, one after another, colorful, the night sky decorated as a brilliantly lit palace, very beautiful.

Looking at the sky full of fireworks, listening to the crackling firecrackers around, the hot and lively New Year has come again.

snow

Snow is a kind of thing that can make people produce a variety of emotions ...... When the window that is like willow, like reed-like snowflakes, are falling from the sky in succession, when the earth is decorated with snowflakes like a white carpet, standing by the window, looking at them, there will be many things. When you look at them, you will have many feelings: they make me feel happy, and even if I meet something unpleasant, I will feel in a good mood.

Snowflakes are white, white, white, so pure. They make the earth pure and beautiful too. I have a feeling that snow does not only make everything pure, but also makes people's hearts as beautiful and pure as it is.

At that moment, a snowflake touched the window and immediately melted. I think: the snow may melt soon after it stops. I really can't bear to see them melt. But the snow will melt eventually. But its short "life" protects plants, moistens and cleans the air. I think it is the most selfless, it is silently dedicating its "life".

"Snowdrops, snowdrops ......" When I look at the snowflakes are washing the world, the melody of "Snowdrops" will echo in my head. The lyrical melody of this tune is able to accurately express the beauty of snow. I hope the snow can really bless our motherland and peace all over the world, as it says in "Snowdrops".

I stayed with the snows because they had their beautiful moments. When the snow stopped, the sun shone once again. A gust of wind blew the pine snow on the ground and on the branches of the trees, flying in the blue sky, and the sunlight made it more crystallized. I then felt that the snow is using this last time, the last of their own beauty all show, and then silently passed away, into water to nourish the earth.

This is the first snow of winter, and the first snow in 2005.

At six o'clock in the morning, I just got up and heard my father say that it was snowing outside! I heard, rushed to the window to see, ah! I saw the sky and the earth between the white blanket, snowflakes fluttering down from the sky, like pulling up a white tent around, the earth immediately became silver. I can't help but think of a poem, "Suddenly, the spring breeze comes, thousands of trees, thousands of pear blossoms," it's beautiful!

The snowflakes white as jade, it is the heavenly palace sent down the little generals, or the moon palace osmanthus tree fell on the jade leaves? Snowflakes like a beautiful jade-colored butterfly, like dancing like drunk; like blowing down the dandelion; like floating like flying; like the angel reward gift of small white flowers; suddenly scattered and gathered, floating, gently full, worthy of the earth's masterpiece! I saw the snowflakes in front of me as naughty as butterflies, a moment to fall under the eaves, a moment to fall on the branches of the trees, but also from time to time in the face of the pedestrians.

Look, the people in the snow, no, is the vibrant students, chasing ah, running ah, jumping ah, laughing ah, and the pines side by side. The snow fell more heavily, turning into goose feather snow. My classmates and I went out of the classroom, ran to the playground, no matter how cold it was, how heavy the snow fell, even if the snow was too big for our hot faces, we did not care, because we were too happy, too happy ah! And then we can have a snowball fight and pile up snowmen.

Snow is the messenger of winter, especially this first snow, it forecasts the arrival of winter, I love snowflakes, because it is beautiful, pure, selfless, can bring joy to the earth.

Today the sun is blazing, *** hot sun shines on the earth, but also our school's annual parent-child sports meeting, everyone is very happy, because they can work together with their parents to their respective collective glory.

To the sports center where we are going to the games, students in the teacher's lead into the venue in an orderly manner, our classmates are all in high spirits, high spirits in the heart only one wish: I hope that the games can take the first place in the class. The opening ceremony of the sports meeting began, the principal spoke on the radio and said: "Students, teachers, parents, hello, this year's annual Parent-Child Sports Meeting is now beginning! The whole school dressed in neat uniforms, line up neatly, in the sports ground walking up the square line, shouting their own class slogan, our class slogan shouted a particularly majestic: "1234, 1234! Able to write and martial arts, the first first! It's not me!" The end of the square team ceremony, the intense Games began!

Today's sports meeting project can be rich, there are parents jumping long rope, parents and children over the obstacles relay race, and long-distance running 60 meters to 800 meters of running.

The most exciting project is the parents and children over the obstacles relay race, Mr. Tang's gun sounded the race, only to see our class Wei Liangyu students holding the baton, across the obstacles, the baton to the next parent, our class cheerleaders are also cheering on the sidelines, students shouting and shouting, the race in the tension, suddenly, a parent lost his center of gravity because he ran too fast and fell to the ground. Suddenly, a parent lost his center of gravity as he ran too fast and fell to the ground. Suddenly, one of the parents lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground because he was running too fast. The students on the sidelines froze, but the parent was not discouraged, and continued to hold on to the race through the pain, go for it! Go for it! The students shouted even louder and the match was over! Our classmates and parents through their efforts to achieve a good second place.

Sweat and smiles flowed on their faces, honor drive in everyone's heart, although the Games everyone is very tired, but everyone is very happy.

The afterglow of the setting sun lazily climbed over the mountain that white and smooth skin; warmly shone on this quiet land, the clouds in the sky drifted by, as if in the footsteps of their companions; warm blue jade-like lake slowly flowed, the lake slanting across the several tails of the canoe, vaguely a few points of the fishing fire in the flash. Perhaps the scenery is too lonely, the mood will sing, the song accompanied by the lake, to take me to the nostalgic past years, with a little sadness, but when I turned my head to leave, I saw the other side of the mountain, that is the sun rises again is the place ah, perhaps tomorrow spring will come! Warm sunlight flickering on the lake, the last batch of red leaves in the mountains and forests are still standing proudly in the branches, bright red and turquoise, this is not harmonious tone, composed of a unique winter scenery.

Sometimes, a gust of wind blew, without the leaves of the branches, issued a rustling sound, will also make a person produce a kind of depression sad feeling. But then you look at those branches, the new shoots have long been nurtured, the hairy inconspicuous shoots, so you immediately think of the future of the spring, think of the vibrant and colorful days.

Walking in the snow is even more interesting. There is only a trace of wind in the sky like holding a kite line holding the snow, look up, the wind dominated the pink butterfly-like snowflakes, a moment of oblique fall down, a moment of spinning and flying, a moment of leisurely swooping to the ground, falling on the body of pedestrians.

Snowflakes like a naughty child never tired of playing with people, whisking people's feverish face, into drops of water beads flowed to the eyebrows and beard, into a grain of small ice ballast. White snowflakes fall silently, fluttering and fluttering, not a moment, there is a thin layer of the ground, when your feet step on it, it will sing for you a happy footsteps "squeak, squeak,".

Accompanied by this footsteps you can unfold the wings of imagination, to pursue your best memories, to embrace the happiness of your heart! You may wish to take a deep breath that cool dipping sweet flowers will be immersed in your heart and spleen, you can not help but think of a pure heart, you will feel that the whole world is so pure Getting up in the morning, the winter fog is filled with. After the fog dispersed, immediately appeared a wondrous scene, the pine needles, condensed with a thick white frost, like a tree of white chrysanthemums; that deciduous tree branches wrapped in snow, like a strain of alabaster carving of the tree; weeping willows silver silk fluttering, bushes have become white coral bushes, a thousand shapes and sizes, it is a bewildering, trance and fairy tale world There are four seasons of the year, each season has a different scene, and I most I like the magnificent scenery of the winter snow. In winter, the snow people seem to come to a quiet realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world.

The fragrance of the pine, the snow of the ice incense, give a person a kind of cool and soothing. Everything is filtered, everything is sublimated, even my mind is purified, become pure and beautiful.

Snow at dusk, deep cut, as if there are a thousand emotions like, and like the sea is generally raging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like *** sense. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage ...... The scenery in the snow is magnificent, between heaven and earth is colorful, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver to become.

After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agar branches and jade leaves, powdered jade, white color, really a school of snow in the year of the joyful scene. I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter.

Winter is the wheel of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.

Winter is coming, spring will be far away?" The advent of winter, people have changed into heavy cotton clothes, isolated from the cold frost. The advent of winter, but also let everything into the "dead" period, leaving people is full of fatigue ...... That winter, I planted the monarch as early as two months ago, the disease state grand.

As soon as winter arrived, it was all out of green, became a pile of dead branches. I was very sad, a few months of hard work just like this into a bubble.

In order to reassure myself a little bit, I did not throw it away immediately, nor did I remove it from the pot immediately, what kind of what, did not bother about it. In this way, the winter of that year I spent in regret, every time I touched the cold flower pot, my heart welled up in a burst of sadness and helplessness.

Now that I think about it, I can still feel the long winter. After the spring of the next year, I was determined to get rid of the dead branches and free up the pots for hanging orchids.

So, I used a small shovel to peel away the soil, ready to uproot it. But just then, a miracle happened.

I just inserted the shovel into the dry thick soil, raking two, I heard a crisp rupture, and then I saw the pieces of the porcelain flower pot scattered all over the place. But I took a closer look, wrapped in layers of soil, thick as a white beard is that last winter seems to have died of the roots of the monarch, it is not only not necrotic, but more and more lush, divided again and again pitchforks.

Now, it has flourished to fill the entire pot, like a dragon claw tightly attached to the porcelain pot, no wonder a touch on the broken. When I saw this, I quickly trimmed the messy roots and replanted them in separate pots.

As a result, a month later, each pot sent out the lovely little buds of monarchs. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight.

It was amazing that it could grow again and flourish after a whole winter's gestation. I was simply bowled over by this mid-winter miracle.

The admiration was all-consuming, from the eyes to the heart, and I had to marvel at its resilience. Come to think of it, it was foolish of me to give up the chance of a new life so rashly in the winter.

That thick cotton coat really isolates all the euphoria and hope that a newborn brings. But I now realize that the temporary "dead silence" is to let us more truly appreciate life, appreciate life.

Plants in the winter, can rely on the yearning for spring and in the winter "dead silence" after the rebirth. The same can be said for people. In winter, you can also look forward to the spring, can get a greater new life and hope.

The magic of life calls us have to be in awe, then we should take out the courage and action, to be like that stem and leaves withered monarch, in the spring when the earth, you will have a Siberian butterfly beauty, and then break the ice, to find a more bright and colorful you. Snow, I love you, love your flawlessness, your.

Home is the harbor of happiness, is the source of joy.

I have a home full of happiness and joy, I love my home! We are a family of three, my father and mother are teachers, and I am a graduating elementary school student. I think they are both very good at teaching children, no matter what the situation, they will give me the warmth of affection, learning motivation.

I am the only child of my mother and father, but they never spoiled me, especially my mother, who was very strict in her discipline and methodical in her teaching of me. I remember one time, I was writing homework while watching TV with great interest.

Suddenly, I was attracted by a wonderful picture, so I stopped watching TV. Just then, my mom came over from the side and turned off the TV without saying a word.

I saw this, I quickly pouted to my mother, but she did not eat this set, I pleaded, my mother ate like a steelyard weight iron heart, it is not "give in", which can be anxious about this little TV fan. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes.

Looking at the torn dictionary, my gas disappeared without a trace. "What a blast!" I thought happily, but then the question came up that brought my happy mood down: how can I keep my mom from finding out? So I hid the dictionary in a place I thought was safe.

I didn't realize that a few days later, when my mom was cleaning, she found the torn dictionary, so she called me and asked, "Did you tear this dictionary?" I heart like fifteen buckets of water ---- seven up and eight down, stammered and answered: "I tore." I thought my mom would be furious, I did not expect her to touch my head, said in a serious way: "It must be the day you do not give you to watch TV before tearing it.

Oh, I'm actually doing this for you! Writing homework should seriously write, watching TV should also seriously watch, but do not do anything can not be two minds, if so it will be half the effort. It's not that I don't give you TV to watch, but you shouldn't watch it when you're doing your homework, do you understand?" I looked at my mom's kind smiling face and nodded my head in shame, the wind blew my face warmly from the window and I smiled happily.

Mom's understanding of me makes me progress, and Dad's support for me makes me more confident. Dad likes to buy me books, my bookcase is full of a variety of books, there are "Grimm Fairy Tales", "Pipilu Outreach", "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" ...... Dad encourages me to read more books, he also quoted the great writer Gorky's famous saying ---- "Books are the ladder of human progress! "to teach me, so that I can learn from reading books to enrich their own minds.

Sometimes my father also read with me, I do not understand the place, he explained to me. Sometimes also tell me the story of the book: once at dinner, my father told me to play the "Dream of the Red Chamber" in the plot of the Grandma Liu into the Grand View Garden, we all laughed, and even the usually more serious mom also laughed, the mouth of the rice spilled all over the ground, haha, really funny.

I am proud to live in this warm and peaceful family. I love my family.