一我喜欢看雪,因为它的颜色,那么洁白无瑕,像纯洁的心灵。一天清晨,还躲在被窝里睡懒觉的我,被一阵敲门声惊醒,打开门一看,是父亲。父亲进屋后,把雨伞收了起来。我睁开惺忪的睡眼,看到父亲头上居然有一大团洁白如雪的东西。“外面下雪了吗?”我诧异地问父亲。“现在是深秋季节,哪儿来的雪呢?”父亲说。“那你头上那团白色是什么?” One I like to watch snow, because of its color, so white, like a pure heart. One morning in the morning, I was still asleep in bed. I was awakened by a knock at the door and opened the door to see it. It was my father. After the father entered the house, he took the umbrella. I looked at my sleepy eyes and saw that there was a large pile of white snow on my father’s head. “Is it snowing outside?” I asked my father strangely. “It is late autumn, where does the snow come from?” said his father. “What is that group of white on your head?”