My father and I swept the snow and wrote 500 words.

Early this morning, my father woke me up from my sleep and asked me to sweep the snow with him. I dressed quickly and looked out. Wow! The earth is wrapped in white, covered with a layer of silver, in the yard, on the house, on the tree and on the road. . . . . . All white, what a beautiful snow scene!

I was enjoying the scenery in the snow when suddenly I said, "Ina, why are you still staring?" ! Help my mother sweep the snow "is my mother calling me in the room." It turned out that my mother got up early in the morning and began to sweep the snow. I was afraid that my mother would scold me, so I quickly took a small broom and walked carefully on the ladder. How cold it is! Holding a ladder in my hand is cold and cold, so cold that my bones hurt. I regret forgetting to bring my gloves. It's too cold to stand on high! It's colder on the roof, and a small wind blows on my face, which hurts like a knife! I really want to stop sweeping, so let's go down! Then watch mom and dad sweep hard with a broom. Dad will scold me if I don't sweep up. If I come, I will be safe. Bear with it! I also started to snow at once.

I just looked up twice and my father stood in front of me. "Here, take it!" "Dad took off his cotton gloves and handed them to me." Look, my little hands are red with cold. It is not cold to work with them. It will give you a chance to exercise and experience life. "Help mom and dad work, work, work. Dad said and bent down to sweep up again. To be honest, I really don't want to do it. My hands are cold and my face is cold. I also said it's not cold at work. That's a lie. . ! Alas! Anyway, it's coming up, so let's do it cold!

I really didn't feel very cold after sweeping for a while, but I felt sweaty on my forehead after working for a while. I really don't know if labor can resist the cold! I am full of complaints and feel good at work. My mother and I sweep, and my father pushes with a push board. This time, the snow is not very heavy and thick. Soon, the sweeping was finished and the snow on the house was swept away.

Mom looked at me and said, honey, are you tired today? I said: not very tired, quite fun. I will sweep the snow with you next time it snows. Really a good boy of parents; Mom and dad laughed. I also smiled happily.