Once a year the Spring Festival is coming, everybody busy couplets, everybody is bursting with happiness atmosphere, very happy, our family is no exception, on the twenty-nine, I just got up, my mother called to my sister and couplets, we posted a big character in the central door, on both sides of the door posted couplets on the "Fu born Xi annual music" the second line is "rich suisui Tim Choi Huan" streamer is "Happy New Year" soon we posted a good, I look at my work very happy.
On New Year#39;s Eve, we put on new clothes and set off firecrackers with our sister. A "crackling" sound from our ears through, like thousands of households to send blessings, we are very happy. On the eve of new year#39;s Eve, we had dinner, and I watched the Spring Festival Gala with my father, mother and sister. That wonderful performance made my mood open, there was a cross talk, there was a sketch and a song and dance... Very pretty. But I like Xiao Shenyang? Ya egg? Zhao Benshan and the old finished "no money" is so fun.
Lunar New Year#39;s day I just woke up and found a gift money pillow, sister, we laugh, and we ate dumplings, went to grandma#39;s home after worship, pay New Year#39;s call, grandparents, give us the gift money, but also to eat out, we eat, we are very happy.
I like the new year. It#39;s good for the new year.
China has always had a splendid traditional culture. There are Dragon Boat Festival, Qingming Festival and national day... I like the Spring Festival most.
Everywhere on the streets decorated, people are busy buying antithetical couplet, do special purchases for the Spring Festival, greeted the arrival of Spring Festival
At the time of the new year, our children wear new clothes and new caps, and the adults have a happy smile on their faces. Year thirty to eat reunion rice, happy to spend the year. At night, some adults play mahjong playing poker, and eating melon seeds, chatting words not like... Children like to put out fireworks. The timid child went to the fire, and the timid child looked behind. The fireworks are colorful... Play it like that! Have fun!
After a long time, I was reluctant to leave the friends and go home each other. I thought, "it would be good to have the Spring Festival every day."
An unforgettable 200 word composition for the Spring Festival
The happy spring festival spring festival is on the first day of the first lunar month.chinese people most like the spring festival.during spring festival,Chinese people like having meals with their families,playing fireworks in the open air.my sisters and iplayed fireworks on that day.We had many fireworks.they were very beautiful.they were running into the sky and breaking into pieces.they looked like flowers in the sky.we were very happy and excited.After that,I made awish.I hope that,we can have ahappy and healthy life next year and everyone in my family can be happy.I enjoy the festival very happy!
The best thing to see is fireworks; the most pleasing thing is fireworks; the most popular is the fireworks.
I also love fireworks, love that beautiful. Bright fireworks.
My hometown is in the countryside, a small country, every time I have to go back every year, this year is no exception.
It was dark, no moon, no stars, no light. People were watching TV at home, waiting for the start of the Spring Festival Gala, and there was a quiet silence. Suddenly, “ a bombardment of ” a sound, breaking the silence. I ran out to see that someone started to smoke.
The fireworks, so close to me, bloomed on the top of my head. After the loud noise, it is like a myriad of small stars, forming a round ball. There are red, green, yellow, purple … … colourful, very beautiful.
Then all the people began to smoke. Around the sound, &ldquo bomb; ” like thunder, the sky was also reflected a riotous with colour.
I stood on the roof and looked at the beautiful scenery. Because the countryside is surrounded by mountains, so, when the fire and fire in all directions rise, it will appear to be very hierarchical. It's near here. It's far away. Here we see the whole form of fireworks, where only a point and a little light are seen.
Somehow, I suddenly felt a kind of happiness. Looking at the fireworks that bloomed, it was like a warm stream passing through it.
&ldquo, fireworks, can make people happy? ” I can't help asking myself.
“ yes, but I don't know why. ” I thought in my heart.
Looking at the fireworks, I fell into a fantasy. I dream of my family and I sat down to eat family reunion dinner, laughing and talking, not a lack of, a lot; I imagine my friends and I can happily spend every day, no worries, no quarrel; I imagine my future life rich and colorful; I think I thought everything, all wishes all; I can imagine waking and meet, he looked carefully, with listening to his song … … I imagined all the beautiful picture, the heart suddenly enriched many.
The lovely fireworks, like the pure smiling face of the child, make people happy. The bright fireworks are like countless glittering eyes filled with love, so it makes people happy. The beautiful fireworks, like a flash in the pan, just fell off. It brought happiness to people in its most wonderful moments, and left people's daydream space to imagine the happiness they want.
I stood there and looked at the fireworks, but my heart had long gone, and I flew to the happiness of the fireworks.
The wind off the new year, people are immersed in the joy of reunion, but I heavy-hearted.
With the deafening roar from the year has come, soundless and stirless but I felt for the first time, years of sad, because grandma this serious illness, completely bedridden.
The wind and the snow off the winter, spring sunshine on the first exposure, feel the spring in the person's taste, the earth in the warmth of her all things grow, but I did not feel the warmth, the wind blowing from the ear, as if from hospital grandmother bursts of call, I always want to visit with me my grandmother grew up, but the time my imprisonment in the lessons, I like the bird in the cage is not free.
The year has been to the peaceful atmosphere gradually surging, I have finished the course, and my grandma has returned home to recuperate, all of a sudden and distant distance in a. So, sit on the train home, in the long train trip, I looked out the window of the wild scenery, can not help but think of bedridden grandmother, like the hills, has lost youth, age. Around the intersection, a green block in the wild, they are ruthless wind thrown in here, did not complain, not afraid of rain and snow and sand site root, and I suddenly feel like grandma in this spirit and fight, to see a glimmer of hope, will find life faith. I gently touched a grandma's photo, carefully rubbed, remember the time, is this train, grandma and I sat together talking, spend time, time is also a test of her perseverance, thinking, tears, wet photos, vague memory.
Finally, I in the bustling village, to find a familiar and warm room, follow the sun, open the door engraved with rust heavy wooden door, saw the familiar small courtyard, smell the fragrance of the earth, say: "grandma, I come back", the huge tree branches, hanging a few ripe and dry red dates, it is the old school's patron saint, although a few years there, but it is still tall and straight, like an invisible knife years in its body, engraved with the old traces, but it is not old, although it is rooted in the lack of nutrition, unattended side, but do it the power of absorbing the energy of the land, to thrive, the stout trunk is the witness. The spring breeze blowing, like as it stretches jinlao, blowing tender jujube branch, to erase the decadent state in winter, to grow up, it seems the same as grandma, in the face of adversity and difficult battle, the hearts of hope sustains life.
I gently push the door to see grandma, grandma is nestled in the arms of my father, aunt with a spoon, a spoon, carefully fed, mouth nagging: "the Chinese new year, you see so many people come to see you......" On the face of grandma's vicissitudes, there is a happy smile on her face. Looking at this warm scene, my heart is suddenly shocked, and I burst into tears. I close my eyes slightly and silently pray for my grandmother.