记得那年白雪皑皑,我读小学二年级。那天放学后,几个小朋友拦住我,问:“喂,你吃过雪吗?”我摇摇头。“你敢吃吗?”我觉得他们无趣,拉了拉书包就走,他们围上来,互相使个眼色说:“我们都吃过,可好吃啦,你敢不敢尝尝?”我一扫他们的脸,心里就明白他们一定生发什么鬼点子了,轻轻哼一声,转身走到那堆棉柴边,用手捧起那丛最白最厚的雪,轻轻咬了一口。那雪似乎变成了一朵软软的 I remember snow that year, I read the second grade of primary school. After school that day, several children stopped me and asked: “Hey, have you eaten snow?” I shook my head. “Do you dare to eat? ” I think they are boring, pulled the bag away, they encircled, each other with a wink: “We have eaten, delicious, you dare to taste? ”I swept their faces, my heart will understand what they must have hair speculation, and gently hum, turned around and went to the pile of cottonwood side, hand holding up the most white and thickest snow, gently bite A That snow seems to have become a soft