As soon as the Spring Festival arrived, I asked some of my sworn friends to come to the park and have a big fight. I picked up a few ten dollar bills, hummed a tune and went to the canteen, buying a variety of ammunition. I looked at the clusters of slightly purplish red triangle plum seemed to wish me success; strange trees on the roadside seemed to wave to me and say hello.
When I came to the park, my party members had been waiting for a long time. All kinds of "new weapons" I saw in them, and the third earth shaking "World War" began. I don't know who put an artillery to me. It's late. It's fast then. It's like an angry dragon running towards me. I flashed to the left and saw that the cause of the accident was gnashing my teeth! I put a "panda bullet" and only listened to the sound of "Peng". My "panda bullet" exploded in an impartial way, which just broke his pants. He had to put oil on his feet and slipped away. In the afternoon, my ammunition was out of supply and I had to withdraw. When I got home, my father saw me like this, and he couldn't help crying and laughing and said, "you are like a loach crawling out of the field. Go and wash it!" then he left with a smile