Yesterday, the weather was good, cloudless. My father and I went to the military are playing Ski Resort. We wear gloves, hats, armed to come to the ski slopes. Ski resort built on a hillside, looking ahead, the white snow everywhere. Built on the hillside like a long white carpet. I help my father in the next, put on ski boots, foot on skis, I looked at the sloping slopes, she did not hesitate to slip down. I seem to fly up, ears only hear the sound of the wind. Soon he went to the lower slope. Time always flies in the joy of particularly fast. Seeing red is gone, we reluctantly left this lovely world of ice.
