Ask to write a diary about the winter solstice every week.

On Sunday, my cousin happened to be at my house, and my mother bought minced meat and leeks and began to wrap jiaozi. Mom quickly mixed the stuffing, mixed the noodles and wrapped them. I washed my hands and said to my mother, "Mom, shall I wrap it for you?" Mom smiled and said, "You'd better help me roll the skin." I rolled up my sleeves and was about to roll the dumpling skin. My sister ran over, jumped on me and rolled up the dumpling skin. "Mom, look." "If you make room for your sister, you can take jiaozi!"

I'm happier. I learned my mother's movements, put a dumpling wrapper in my hand, picked up a small piece of stuffing with chopsticks, put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, folded the two ends in half, stuck them together, and squeezed them hard with both hands. But jiaozi made a big hole and the stuffing leaked out, so I quickly gave it to my mother. I picked up another piece of skin and thought, this time, put less stuffing, but somehow, after the skin is folded in half, it can't be pinched together. "Forget it, don't pack it." I said gloomily. Mother looked at it and said, "Be patient in doing things, and look for reasons when you encounter difficulties." After listening to my mother, I packed two more. It wasn't pretty, but it worked. I proudly said, "Sister, where is my jiaozi?" My sister looked up and her clothes were covered with flour, just like Santa Claus. Mother looked at us and laughed her head off.

Eating delicious jiaozi, the three of us smiled knowingly.