One winter morning, I got up early. It was still dark. When I pushed the door open, everything was covered with snow. I hurried through my breakfast, and then went to school with my bag on my back and a shovel①in my hand.

　　When I reached school, I saw the lights were still on. Immediately I rushed to the classroom, but to my surprise, I saw nobody there. Then I ran to the playground. There I saw most of the students trying to clear thesnow on the paths. How hard they were working. I joined them in the work. Soon the snow was removed. Then we all came back to the classroom, laughing, talking, and singing. As soon as the bell rang at the end of the class, we rushed out of the classrooms to the playground. Oh, there was so much snow! We at once started playing. Some of us began to fight with snow balls. Some were rolling on the snow ground. Still some others piling up a snowman. In the centre of the playground, many students were skating on the ice. Some of them could not skate and had many falls.

　　Our hands and faces turned red with cold, we were also wet all over, but we didn＇t mind.

　　The trees around the schoolyard looked like huge men with silver clothes defending our school. Beyond, snow-covered mountains in the distance looked like an elephant made of wax②.

　　What a wonderful scene!