My cousin and I write during the Spring Festival.

This year's Spring Festival is very lively at grandma's house.

"It's snowing! It's snowing! " I was awakened by a cry. It turned out that my brother was screaming. As soon as I heard that it was snowing, I quickly opened the quilt and refused to wear clothes. I went to the window, opened the curtains and looked out: I saw white clothes on the roof, on the trees and on the ground. I thought: Isn't this a good opportunity to have a snowball fight? So I quickly got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and had breakfast. My brother thinks the same thing as I do-have a snowball fight. I seem to be out of breath because of his urging.

After breakfast, my brother and I ran to the snowdrift. I hold a pile of snow in my hand and make a snowball. At this time, my brother is far away from me. I rushed up and threw snowballs at my brother. I heard a bang and hit it. Snowball blossomed on his back. I am ecstatic. Then, my brother attacked me, I dodged from side to side, and a snowball flew by me. That was close! I'm glad I didn't get hit. I smiled happily. Just then, a snowball blossomed on my shoulder. The younger brother shouted, "hit it, hit it." He laughed his head off.

After a while, all the adults in the family rushed out to make a snowman. The more, the better. My brother and I are like two happy deer, running and jumping in the snow ...

Actually, my brother and I are not related by blood ... Wait for the live broadcast, where is Yao Zi! My parents remarried, and my younger brother came with my new father. I was 7 years old and my brother was 6 years old ... Oh. . . What brother? . Recognize it? It's a good thing your topic is not "brother" ...

My brother seems to have "grown up" without permission ... I still remember when I was a child, my brother and I really ... wouldn't go astray. My brother and I are not particularly close, but it is better than intimacy. Seriously, we really miss it. ...