Ice and snow game in the Northeast winter

Kids love to play. Winter in the northeast is not as good as summer, but there are still some fun.

I asked adults to make them, and sometimes I inherited one from the pile of ice that the older children in the neighborhood abandoned. Some children will install metal balls at the bottom of the ice in order to increase the speed of rotation of the ice. I don't have balls, all I can do is apply the pattern on the surface of the ice, use chalk, use crayons, paint and change, flowers and greenery, and enjoy it. No matter how ugly the pattern is, once the ice turns, the illusion of the pattern formed by the sense of speed will always be dazzling.

In some winters, when the company doesn't pour ice rinks, I go to the blisters in the field to play. The field was desolate, the wind was cold, and I was scared after playing for an hour, so I stuffed the ice into my pocket and ran home with a whip. The pleasure of playing is replaced by small fears, but the next day I still think about new ways to play. The child's mind may think that this can play for a lifetime.

My skating skills suck. The straights were slippery and bumpy, and the cornering techniques were not learned at all. The feeling of stepping on the ice knife for the first time is not forgotten, just like the daughter of the sea walking on human feet, it is called a pain. But in my poetic imagination, I can't just slide," I slid carelessly. Ice knives skillfully bypass/cold winds piled up on the ice. I carved small canyons on the soft ice," and I could still play with the patterns, "I leaned over, and a flower slowly unfolded its petals." But/ My heart didn't unfold. It tightens like a scale. "The poem is called "Skaters", and to be honest, I can only think about the pleasure of skating.

Ice climbing plough I can play double-channel, single-way can not play well. Seeing those children who play well is envious, how to master that sense of balance? It looks magical. Skates are often homemade, relatively simple, that is, the foot-shaped wooden board is embedded with thick wire underneath and put under the cotton shoes. I don't have this kind of device, I can only watch other children play. Now the children's winter equipment and athlete ratios are far worse, but compared with my childhood, it is simply comparing capitalist society with primitive society, and it is still not a progression.

Playing slip is always fun. On the way to and from school, when you encounter a section of ice or a smooth snow surface, you will help you run and use inertia to play for a while. Occasionally wrestling, children next to you and adults passing by will laugh happily. Everyone has no malicious intentions, it's just fun to watch. One winter night it was freezing rain, and when I studied late, I pulled on the placket of my classmates in front of me, didn't move myself, and let him drag me along, feeling very comfortable. When I got home, the upper was full of rolled up half-water, half-ice debris.

My own favorite game is digging snow tunnels and playing snowball fights.

When digging snow tunnels to pick, the snow is thick enough to stand on top and not fall. One year the snow was so heavy that the door was sealed, and my father unloaded the window glass, jumped out, and dug the door open from the outside. At this time, the snow can be, so I drag a small shovel to dig a tunnel under the snow. Snow tunnels can't be said to be accessible, but it is no problem to drill inside until you sweat.

Snowball fights are fought almost often. Although I was often beaten and cried, I still liked to play. The most powerful weapon is a long piece of wood, which is used to pick up a half-wet and half-dry snow ball, and when it hits the raised assist foot, the snow ball will rush to the enemy's body.

When I grew up, I didn't play much with snow and ice. When I don't go to work in winter, I am a domestic cat. However, at the age of forty, he fell in love with skiing. When it is strong, it slides through professional pistes, and when it is Waterloo, even children's pistes can fall on their backs.

At that time, I always looked forward to winter. In the summer, I read books and videos to learn skiing techniques, and I am a bit crazy. The family says it's time to buy professional equipment. This statement woke me up. I decided to give up. In fact, the fundamental reason is the fear of accidents. Skiing is actually quite dangerous, but there is only pleasure in being in it. One year there was a snowstorm, the snow cable car was stopped, I was addicted, carrying snow gear to the mountain, taking a step back, and being blown into the snow ditch by the wind, getting up and walking. When I was slippery, the blowing snow glued my glasses up. I took two snow poles between my arms, took off my glasses, and slowly cleaned up the snow blocks above, but people were still sliding down the mountain, and there were curves... Later, people who saw it said they were scared to death. The thrill of skiing leaves you with nothing to worry about.

Think about the fun of winter, winter is not so difficult. in Sank