童年的梦，是色彩斑斓的梦；童年的歌，是欢乐的歌。童年的脚印一串串，童年的故事一摞摞，童年就像万花筒，转一转，五彩缤纷。今天，我要给大家说说令我难忘的童年趣事。
Childhood dreams are colorful dreams; Childhood songs are joyful songs. The footprints of childhood are in a series, the stories of childhood are piled up, childhood is like a kaleidoscope, turning around, colorful. Today, I want to share with you some unforgettable childhood anecdotes.
小时候，我喜欢在冰雪天地里玩，比如打雪仗、堆雪人，甭提多有趣了。每到冬季时，鹅毛般的大雪从天而降，一片片，一簇簇，像梅花，又像仙女驾到，好大的阵势。远望过去，路上铺着一层厚厚的白雪，如果人站立在雪中，会感到寒风刺骨。有时候雪花又像无数的棉絮落在人的脸上，给人罩了一身洁白的素花。出处 wWW.zuOWeNBa.nEt
When I was a child, I liked to play in the ice and snow world, such as playing snowball fights and building snowmen. It was not only fun but also enjoyable. Every winter, goose feather like heavy snow falls from the sky, in clusters like plum blossoms or fairies, forming a huge formation. Looking far away, the road is covered with a thick layer of white snow, and if one stands in the snow, they will feel the piercing cold wind. Sometimes snowflakes fall on people's faces like countless cotton fibers, covering them with pure white flowers.
早晨起来，风定了，雪停了，我把弟弟和姐姐从卧室里找出来，商量着一起堆雪人。弟弟一听，高兴地蹦了起来。打开门，一道白色的寒光刺得人眼花缭乱。我们姐弟三个拿起铲子开始在院子里堆雪人。雪人洁白的身子、圆圆的头，巧克力球做眼睛，胡萝卜做鼻子。姐姐拿红墨水给雪人涂了嘴巴，我再用红色的纸给雪人做了一件衣裳，雪人一下子神气多了！
In the morning, when the wind had calmed down and the snow had stopped, I found my younger brother and sister out of the bedroom and discussed building a snowman together. My younger brother jumped up happily upon hearing this. Opening the door, a white cold light dazzled people. The three of us siblings picked up shovels and started building snowmen in the yard. The snowman has a pure white body, a round head, chocolate balls as its eyes, and carrots as its nose. Sister used red ink to paint the snowman's mouth, and then I made a piece of clothing for the snowman with red paper. The snowman suddenly looked much more spirited!
突然，一个雪球打在我的身上，原来是姐姐在向我“进攻”。不一会儿，雪球又在弟弟的头顶“炸”开了花。弟弟不气馁，接着向我反击……雪地上充满了我们的欢声笑语。
Suddenly, a snowball hit me, and it turned out to be my sister throwing it at me; Attack;. In no time, Snowball was on my brother's head again; Explode” Flowers bloomed. My younger brother didn't give up and continued to fight back at me; … The snow is filled with our laughter and joy.
童年趣事像万花筒一样，每换一个角度都能看到各种美丽的图案。我的童年就是这样的，五彩缤纷、多姿多彩，不同的时期就会有不同的趣事。真希望一直停留在美好的童年里啊！
Childhood anecdotes are like a kaleidoscope, with beautiful patterns visible from every angle. My childhood was like this, colorful and varied, with different interesting stories at different times. I really wish I could stay in a wonderful childhood forever!