It was Christmas. There was a campfire party in Nanjing Pearl Spring Scenic Area.
A lot of people came to the party. The campfire had burned. The air got hotter and hotter. Soon, I felt something that was smooth and cold fell on my face. Small and white, clean and bright, it’s snow, isn’t it? Of course, it can’t be snow. Look, there was a machine that was making the snow that seemed like the real. We all enjoyed singing and dancing.
I would remember the special day for a long time.