Aesthetic Prose Describing the Spring Festival

The annual Spring Festival is coming again. Will everyone miss the taste of that year? The following are the beautiful essays about the Spring Festival that I collected for you, hoping to help you!

The beautiful prose describing the Spring Festival is 1 "firecrackers are one year old, and the spring breeze enters Tu Su from send warm. Thousands of households always exchange new peaches for old ones. " Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, the golden rooster announces the dawn, and the days have passed inadvertently, and the annual Spring Festival will be ushered in. When I was a child, it was a traditional custom to kill pigs, make candy cakes, eat New Year's Eve, visit relatives and be a guest. Although some traditional customs have evolved over time, I always think of the strong flavor and warmth of that year, as well as the pure beauty and affection.

When I was a child, it was a top priority to wear new clothes and be a guest. At the end of each year, my mother always pulls a few feet of cloth, orders several layers of soles, and makes me new clothes and shoes for me to wear when I visit my relatives in the New Year. Every year, my mother will make new clothes for her New Year. I am also waiting for her to cut, sew and sew buttons in front of the sewing machine where my mother makes clothes. As far as I can remember, I like butterfly buttons with brocade-style Chinese coats. Wearing it on your body and wearing two pigtails still looks quite satisfying.

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the pace of the 30th anniversary is getting closer every day. Grandma began to wash rice, soak in water and grind it into powder. She will make the annual sugar cake tomorrow. When making rice cakes, grandma often asks me to help. Grandma rubbed the powder hard, while I added water according to grandma's instructions. In the cold weather, grandma broke out in a sweat and kneaded the snow-white rice flour into dough that could stand up. So I happily picked up the candy cake impression, sprinkled dry powder on the bottom of the impression, then picked up the dough of just the right size handed by my grandmother and put it in the impression, then pressed it around with my little hand, and finally turned it over and buckled it on the corner of the table. Life-like candies and cakes, such as Shoutao, Ruyi, Carp and Manlong, lie quietly on steaming shelves. Grandpa is responsible for putting the steaming rack full of sugar cakes on the stove. I will play with my friends in the village for a while, and then I can eat delicious sugar cakes when I go home. Before the Chinese New Year worship, Grandpa was busy catching the big rooster, and then plucking the rooster feathers scalded by boiling water, but he often left a little feather on the rooster's head, wings and tail, and shaped the rooster with HongLing and chopsticks, waiting for the Chinese New Year sacrifice ceremony to come in handy. Don't say that this is really a technical job, and the shapes created by people who haven't done it can't be put on the table. Whenever this happens, I will hold it for my grandfather to see, not to mention how excited I am about the joy of the New Year. The deep affection between grandparents and grandchildren has accumulated for a long time in such an interesting and sentimental matter. Until now, every year when I see sugar cakes during the Spring Festival and prepare for the Year of the Rooster, I will think of my loving grandparents.

Around the age of 27, the village began to kill the pig, and the whole village heard the screams. I made sugar cakes, killed Nian pig, worshipped Nian, ate New Year's Eve, and then visited relatives' houses on the first day of the first month. In my memory, I usually go to my grandmother's house and my uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings on New Year's Day. I won't sleep late on New Year's Day. Early in the morning, I put on my mother's butterfly button new clothes and Venetian shoes, tied a beautiful ribbon on my braid, and set off with gifts for my grandmother and uncle. When I arrived at my grandma's house, I took a sip of my grandma's frozen rice sweet tea with a spoon. Grandma lovingly watched me drink sweet tea, and her soft eyes were clearly full of love for me. After drinking sweet tea, eating melon seeds and chatting for a while, a hearty lunch came up. Adults usually chat while drinking rice wine. Our children have eaten well, set off firecrackers and ran after them. Wait, wait, grandma and aunt put New Year's red envelopes in my pocket. Sometimes when I play outside, I'm afraid I'll lose this important red envelope, so I'll deposit it with my mother first. After dinner and chatting, the adults agreed to come to my house at the beginning of the year, then bid farewell to grandma and uncle and walked home along the path. As soon as I got home, I quickly took out my red envelope to see how many New Year wishes my grandmother and aunt gave me.

In my memory, what impressed me the most was being a guest at my grandfather's family (my grandfather was adopted by his wife). Grandfather's descendants are divided into several families. Every time I go to be a guest, I have to stay there for a day, but I haven't eaten well. They will take turns to arrange to eat these two this year and those two next year. The most embarrassing thing for me is that I have to cook a bowl of rice and tea every time I go to a restaurant, so I will be full after eating three or four restaurants. Eating tea is a headache for me, but it is so exciting to pick up a New Year's red envelope.

But there is also my favorite rice tea, which is to send my mother to visit the New Year at her home in Craftsman Town. Sending my mother's family has good economic conditions and is warm and generous. I like to go every Spring Festival. It's polite to see my mother off. Every year when I visit her home for New Year's greetings, she always cooks egg tea for my father. Besides three eggs, there will be some rice paste in the egg tea. At that time, my father always ate only one egg, and the other two eggs were given to our sisters. Sometimes my mother will put an egg in our sister's bowl. Take a sip of rice and tea and gently bite the egg in the spoon. Soft, smooth and sweet. It is really delicious! This is the strongest cup of tea I expected in my childhood.

In the years that have passed in a hurry, the custom of the Spring Festival is constantly evolving. However, when I was a child, I was looking forward to the Spring Festival, waiting for the New Year's Eve dinner with great joy, and going door to door to pay New Year greetings, which remained in my memory.

Aesthetic prose describing the Spring Festival 2 What is the flavor of the year? The flavor of the year is the joyful atmosphere of family reunion; It is the cup of wine that the younger generation respects the elder, sitting around the table; It is the instantaneous beauty of fireworks shining outside the house; It is jiaozi in the New Year's Eve dinner made after his family is busy; Visiting the temple fair to watch the dragon dance and eating sugar balls seems to be a childhood again, which is a pleasure; It's the kind of friendly feeling of saying Happy New Year when we meet, whether we know each other or not. It is an atmosphere of hanging red lanterns all over the street and writing words of blessing; Every household puts up Spring Festival couplets to welcome the Spring Festival and celebrate a new beginning ... This is called the flavor of the year.

Back to my hometown in Shandong, I also did my best for the rich New Year's Eve dinner. How can we spend New Year's Eve without jiaozi? Jiaozi has become an indispensable holiday food for the Spring Festival. The reasons are as follows: First, jiaozi is shaped like an ingot. During the Spring Festival, people eat jiaozi, which sounds like "making a fortune". Secondly, jiaozi has stuffing, which is convenient for people to put all kinds of auspicious things into stuffing and place their hopes for the new year. When wrapping jiaozi, people usually wrap Jin Ruyi, sugar, peanuts, dates and chestnuts into stuffing. Eat the best and sugar, life will be sweeter in the coming year, eat peanuts, live a long and healthy life, eat dates and chestnuts, and have a baby early. Grandma and I moved the kneading board out first, picked up a bag of flour and carried it into the house together. Grandma took out the mixed noodles and put them on the chopping board. My brother and I divide the noodles into 65,438+000 pieces of dough on average. After only ten minutes, we separated the dough, and the two of us had to knead the separated noodles repeatedly. This is a long process. Unconsciously 1 hour passed, and we finally kneaded the noodles and gave them to grandma. Bored, watching Third Aunt carefully prepare this dumpling stuffing. I can't help itching. I picked up a kitchen knife and began to cut cabbage. Later, Third Aunt found out that I was a mess. I want to try it when I see my uncle wrapping jiaozi over there. As a result, jiaozi's package was either sealed there or the stuffing was missing. Just when I was at my wit's end, my brother came to me and said, "Brother Tong, let's set off firecrackers!" " "I have never let off firecrackers in the city. I am especially happy to hear the news. My listless body suddenly perked up. I have small firecrackers in one hand and a little incense in the other. I lit a fire and threw it on the ground, crackling. Tired of playing with firecrackers, I brought a whip, a kind of firecrackers that can explode when thrown on the ground. My brother and I started a "war" in an instant. Unconsciously, it was dark. As soon as I sat down at home, delicious jiaozi was immediately served on the table. Soon, all the dishes were served and the whole family was seated, and the New Year's Eve dinner began. Looking at a table full of delicious food, I couldn't help swallowing. Pick up chopsticks and rush to jiaozi, the leader of this excellent dish. Pick up a jiaozi. At first glance, it looks like a big ingot. Taste it carefully, it smells like home. The family talked and laughed at the New Year's Eve dinner. My uncle suddenly said to me, "boy, you have to pay for this table." "I chickened out and replied;" Money is the problem, the problem is no money. "The whole family immediately smiled and called me humorous. After dinner, the family sat around the table, eating melon seeds, watching the Spring Festival Gala, indulging in the wonderful songs for a while, and watching the skits on TV with a smile for a while. My uncle and my uncle both took out red envelopes from their pockets and gave them to my brother and me. We both laughed happily. In this way, before you know it, 1 minute will be 12, and the whole family will start to count down: 59.58.3.2. 1 New Year! Suddenly, firecrackers sounded in our ears and we ran into the yard and looked at the sky. Brilliant fireworks shine brightly in the dark sky, and the stars also add a touch of brilliance to the night sky.

All along, the complex that has locked my heart is the Chinese New Year. This is a complex that has been locked for many years, and I don't want to untie it. During the Spring Festival, everyone will think of the same topic, that is, going home. Grandparents always say that it is unfilial not to go home in the new year. I am unfilial because I haven't been home for the New Year for fifteen years. Perhaps, going home for the New Year will become a lifelong knot. Anyway, I always feel very valuable and happy in my heart.

When I was young, I left home with my family's dreams and my own ideals. I left home and came to this frontier fortress. I stayed here for 18 years and never left. My roots are so deep that I can't leave because I have already merged with this frontier fortress. Maybe this is the combination of spirit and flesh.

When I was a soldier, I took the train for two days and two nights and came here. I have never seen a train, and I have never been on a train. Unexpectedly, this time, getting on the bus was two days and two nights. How excited and proud it was, and it was the first time in my life that I could show off myself to my family. Maybe it's a long train ride, so I need to stop here. This stop is eighteen years.

The early rural baby jumped out of the farm gate and left the land with her face facing the loess. I am the latter. On the day I left home, the villagers told me to leave and not to come back. I only remember the words "don't come back", but I didn't think it was reality. I'm not sure whether this reality is cruel or lucky.

Going out, a rural baby who has never left her parents, the most sad thing is probably the New Year.

The gate of the frontier fortress is the national gate. Although it is hard, it is an honor. Earlier, holding a rifle about his height, it really smelled like a bull, just like what I saw in childhood movies. If I can catch the bad guy and tell him to "don't move", the bad guy will raise his hand, which is even more arrogant. It is natural to feel homesick and wronged when you spend the first year outside for the New Year. However, it is a taste that cannot be experienced at home to celebrate the New Year in the camp of South Gate. Very thick, very thick, very deep, it is a feeling, an unforgettable feeling.