What are the 300-word compositions in the third grade of primary school where I have a snowball fight with my friends in winter?

In the morning, my mother woke me up in surprise. Look, baby, it's snowing outside!

I climbed up, and sure enough, there was a small snowflake floating in the sky, like crystal catkins and a white petal. They danced beautifully and came into this world with smiles, bit by bit. I seem to see my long-lost partner again, let alone how excited I am.

At noon, the snow is still falling, and snowflakes are flying up and down like millions of beautiful white butterflies. The earth is covered with thick wool blankets, the roof is covered with beautiful white shawls, and the trees are covered with snowballs and silver bars. Although snow brings great inconvenience to road traffic, it brings fresh air and joy to children. In the square, some children are having a snowball fight, some are making a snowman and some are skiing. Laughter and laughter echoed repeatedly on the earth.

At night, the snow is still falling. It is as white as jade, as light as fog, as if pieces of pear petals are flying in the sky. In the dead of night, I seem to hear the cry of having a snowball fight with my friends and the laughter when making a snowman. ...