It was the same today.
A few children who looked to be five or six years old walked towards the center of Lake Wanli with wooden planks in their arms. The surface of the lake was very slippery, so the children could only walk carefully. It was fine if they slipped, but if the ice wetted their new clothes, they would definitely be scolded by their mothers later, so they walked especially slowly.
When they finally reached the center of Lake Wanli, the children put down the planks in their hands and sat on it to skate. A little girl in a flower coat walked further with the piece of plank in her arms. She was about to walk further when she suddenly stopped.
"Chun, what are you doing standing there?" The older boy couldn't help but ask when he saw his sister standing there in a daze.
"Brother." The girl called Chun pointed ahead. "That ice sculpture is so strange."
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