One day in the twelfth lunar month, my sister and I went skating in the water park in the new area of the ancient city. Because it is winter, the artificial lake there is covered with thick ice. We went skating with an empty carton. Because I was afraid that the carton would not slide, I specially put tape on one side of the carton.

When I got there, I was afraid of squashing the paper box, so I put some stones in it and it was squashed a little. We took two more stones to slide. After a while, we felt dissatisfied, so we dumped the stone and took the box apart to slide.

Figure skating can only be seen on TV. It is a beautiful ice ballet. I also dream of having a pair of skates. Although I can roller skate, I haven't skated on real ice yet. This time, although we just rode horses and skated on the ice in an indigenous way, the posture was not elegant and the appearance might be a bit funny, but the white and smooth ice still gave us speed, just like we inserted wings and were as free and happy as birds flying in the blue sky.

We skated for a while, met a classmate of my sister's, and we played together for a while. At three o'clock, my sister and I had to reluctantly return to my grandmother's house.