我8岁的那年冬天,一场鹅毛般的大雪之后,大地盖上了一层厚厚的棉被。我和爸爸在雪地里堆雪人。我望着洁白无瑕的雪对爸爸说:“爸,咱们来做雪糕吃吧!”正在滚雪球的爸爸听到我的话脸顿时变得严肃起来:“不行,雪不能吃!”我听后,奇怪地问:“为什么不能吃呢?”心里一边想着:“雪那 In the winter of my eight years old, after a goose-like snowfall, the ground was covered with a thick quilt. My father and I made snowmen in the snow. I looked at the white flawless snow to my father said: “Dad, let's do ice cream to eat it!” The snowball father heard my words suddenly became serious: “No, the snow can not eat!” Asked: “Why can not eat it?” My heart thought: "Snow that