Parents, write a short article to clean up the snow on campus.

Winter came to us unconsciously. It not only brings cold, but also brings beautiful snow scenes.

I still remember that every snowy day, the path would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The whole earth will be covered with a layer of white.

Clear a path quickly and walk into the kitchen. Because of the bad weather and heavy snow, I was worried about the children, so I made some breakfast and walked to school after eating. I came to the school gate and looked at my watch. It's just 7: 30, and there's still half an hour before class. When I opened the door and walked into the campus, I was very moved to see many children cleaning the snow. These children are really sensible. What moved me more was the classmates in our class. Although they are only six or seven years old, they know how to be considerate of their teachers. Seeing me covered in snowflakes, a little girl ran to my side, patting my clothes with her little hand and kept asking, "Teacher, is it cold?" That greeting warmed my heart. Walking outside my office, I saw a dozen students divided into two groups, cleaning the snow with labor tools. These are two paths, one from the office to our classroom, which has been cleaned; Another path leads to the female teacher's toilet, which is being cleaned.

I asked whose idea it was, and a boy told me that they took the initiative to clean it for fear that I would fall down on the road. Looking at their little hands red with cold, I was so distressed that I quickly held their little hands in my arms to keep warm. It was so cold that I couldn't help shivering. The children were busy retracting their hands. With a pure smile on his face: "teacher, we are not cold, really." I also picked up a shovel and cleaned with them. At this time, the children have come to school one after another. Seeing that we were cleaning, they joined in. The children talked and laughed and cleaned faster. The campus has become an ocean of joy. Senior students clean the courtyard, junior students clean the snow in front of the classroom, and only first-year students are cleaning the road to the ladies' room.

Unconsciously, the two classes passed quickly, and we have cleaned the path. Looking at this path in the snow, I smiled with relief. The snow is still falling, but the children are not afraid of the cold. They are still talking and laughing. The bell rang and we walked into the classroom. Because of the heavy snow, children from far away didn't come to school, only less than half of the students came. There is no way to talk about classes. I asked the students to tell stories on the platform. They were so happy that they boldly raised their hands and shouted, "Teacher, let me talk, I will." In this way, they told a short story. Although the story was not complete enough, it still made the students laugh. To encourage the children, I gave each student a paper butterfly for telling stories. They are smiling proudly with butterflies in their hands.