Excellent prose during the Spring Festival

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Excellent Prose on the Spring Festival 1 Spring Festival, also known as New Year's Day, is the most grand festival in China. On that day, people sang and danced, cheered heartily, played dragon lanterns, danced yangko and set off firecrackers, which was very lively.

Before the festival

The warm wind of the Spring Festival is about to blow, and then every household has started the "decoration movement". The so-called "decoration movement" is just to dress up the home for the Spring Festival. Ah! Don't you get it? "Decorative movement" is to paste Spring Festival couplets, blessings and door gods. Looking at the colorful "decoration" of our neighbors, our family is not to be outdone, and we have also started "decoration". But God persists in opposing us. He sent Boss Feng into chaos. Later, he came to "steal" couplets; "Take away" the dust and "attack" us later; After a while, she came to "catch" the horizontal shawl again ... After many twists and turns, the "decoration movement" was over. When I walked into my house, all the words in my mind were purified, leaving only one word: red.

To save time

"Scratch, scratch, scratch." I was awakened by a strange sound. At first I thought it was an alarm clock and thought, "How to try this bell today!" "Only when I open my eyes can I respond. Today is the Spring Festival, and the sound is the sound of fireworks.

After breakfast, my brother and I couldn't wait to leave. Do what? Of course, I went to pay a New Year call! Say a lucky word to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and there will be no small "harvest"! "When I grow up, I don't want the lucky money!" Seeing an aunt want to give me money, I quickly said no, but he said, "Grow up? All right! Come again 10 yuan! " During the Spring Festival, every family wears red and green clothes. "Chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip. The program has also started! Today's air is full of festive atmosphere!

After the festival

The warm wind of the Spring Festival comes and goes quickly. Although the Spring Festival has passed, the aftermath still exists. The smell of the new year has not disappeared, but the new sun has risen and a new day is facing us.

During the Spring Festival, it let me know that I am one year older and my responsibilities are 10% more. New year's new atmosphere; New challenges in the new year; I hope my Year of the Ox is "better".

One world, one dream, one festival, hope is ahead!

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In the far east, there lived a large group of descendants of dragons. They are descendants of China people, and they are real China people. Their breeding in that land has brought one hope after another to China.

They are standing in the loess, and they just want to live happily. Protect the loess and place hope on future generations. ...

The glittering and translucent water drops wet the desolation of autumn. When the afternoon sun shines on the water droplets, autumn has passed for a long time. When the first cold wind blew over the girl's cheek, the first snowflake decorated the girl's eyelashes, and winter had quietly arrived.

It tells people through snowflakes that the flower of hope will never fade, and the first snow should be the happiness lost for the first time and the hope realized for the first time.

In winter, it snows. Look at those short houses and small trees, like dwarfs, so cute. The air seems particularly fresh, and the sky is much brighter, as if all the darkness has been swallowed up, leaving only a pitiful purity. The snow was slowly carried away by the sun. Gray-yellow branches are faintly exposed behind the house, and the surrounding air is lively again!

When the first red firecrackers landed, the children had had a long holiday. They have snowball fights, make snowmen and dress up the world with their naive ideas. When you are tired of playing, move a stool out to bask in the sun and mildew to welcome the New Year. ...

On New Year's Day, they were all radiant, wearing new clothes and emitting new smells, which infected the whole earth. Grandpa Earth is one year older. I feel much younger again. ...

On the snow, the doorframes are all red, which is very festive. Red Spring Festival couplets make the whole family full of vitality. Children's innocent smiles bring laughter to the world. In the cracks of the world, what is left is a string of refreshing laughter. Just like in the valley, there are angels smiling. Green mountains and green waters are their smiles, giving people beautiful enjoyment.

On the road, everyone is stepping on footprints, big and small, and I seem to see people busy. The sound of beating gongs and drums is getting closer. You see, a 17-year-old girl wore a military uniform and became a musician. Listen, a middle-aged woman dressed in various colors has become a singer. Between green and red, between red and green, a long dragon appeared, shining and lifelike. The golden scales on the body fell all over the floor. Huang, this is the true colors of China! Huang, this is hope! The simple language of farmers, although not flowery, gives people a real sense of reality. The air is full of new atmosphere, new hopes and new beginnings ... The Spring Festival is sung by middle-aged women, stunned by a girl of seventeen or eighteen, laughed at by naive children, and ignited by farmers' hopes. ...

Fireworks linger and resound through the whole night sky; The sunshine after the snow pinned the whole hope; The spring breeze in March played a magnificent movement ... you can't hide your happiness. Candy is the catalyst for the New Year. It is integrated with our New Year without losing your true colors. Maybe, if you put too much sugar, the New Year will soon have a reaction! Spring Festival is a symbol of hope. Just like spring, it tells people that a new year has begun. "Spring" brings us a string of hopes. When it turns into pearls, all our wishes will come true.

The warm spring breeze blows my flowing long hair, and the river is rippling with green. Weeds are playing and wildflowers are singing. Behind the tall green tree is a green wheat field, which shines like oil and attracts people's attention. Cauliflower, like powder, came with fragrance. When the wind blows, it flashes golden light and is released freely in the wind. River, weeds, wild flowers, trees and spring breeze gather into a hymn of the field, hidden under the loess. Please bend down and listen. You will certainly hear the sound of the Spring Festival. This is a hymn of hope, a ballad for children and a horn for farmers. ...

The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, the sound of hearing; Family affairs, state affairs, and everything. Horizontal batch: Listen to the Spring Festival.

When I was 3 hours old, the Spring Festival was quite lively. During the Spring Festival, the family began to clean up. My parents cleaned up all the rubbish and rearranged the furniture. Beautiful plum blossom, bamboo, lanterns, Spring Festival couplets, etc. Be arranged in the room. We also prepared oranges, cakes, peanuts and soda water to entertain our guests.

When I was in primary school, I often exchanged New Year cards with my classmates. Every time I receive a New Year card, I feel very happy. My parents often take me to the supermarket to choose new year cards. Dad helped me stick the card on the wall.

On New Year's Eve, my parents took me back to my grandparents' home to have a reunion dinner with my uncles and aunts. After dinner, my mother went home to pick up the god of wealth and set off fireworks until one or two in the morning. Give me back my lucky money before going to bed.

On the first day of the new year, I received a red envelope from my parents, and then we had breakfast together. Dad always plays some New Year songs. After mom worships God, we watch TV together. There are many New Year programs during the Spring Festival. Everyone puts on new clothes and lights firecrackers. There are lion dances and dragon dances in the street. Sometimes parents will let them dance into the house and give them some red envelopes.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, we borrowed money together.

The second daughter-in-law went back to her parents' house.

The food on New Year's Eve and the second day of junior high school is extremely rich. It was the Spring Festival when we were children. It is rare to eat such a rich meal at ordinary times.

Since the third grade, many relatives and friends have come to pay New Year greetings. When guests visit, they help their mother prepare cakes and soda water.

The seventh day is People's Day, everyone has a birthday, and everyone eats colorful fish raw together.

Today's Spring Festival is much colder. Students have gone to other places to work, move and emigrate. Many relatives also moved to live far away. Grandpa and mother-in-law are gone. Several uncles are gone. We seldom go to friends' houses. During the Spring Festival, just stay at home and listen to music, watch TV and cook vegetarian dishes.

This year's Spring Festival is coming, year after year. In modern times, the years are getting worse and worse.

On the fourth lunar new year's eve, my mother and I went to the mall to buy "new year's goods" There are crowds everywhere and it's noisy.

Along the way, the shouts of vendors, advertisements played by shops and so on kept making my ears ache slightly. Walking in the noisy street, I covered my ears. My mother saw my strange behavior and asked, what are you doing covering your ears? I said, it's too noisy. It hurts my ears. She smiled, and the New Year was naturally more lively. I was thinking, too. During the Spring Festival, no matter how busy people are, they try to go home for the New Year. However, how pitiful those people who are alone during the Spring Festival are. "One is a stranger in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives twice during the festive season" is the most appropriate way to describe them.

That's just for the past, right?

Looking at the dazzling array of goods, I have a strange feeling in my heart. It seems that the Chinese New Year has gone bad. Unconsciously, the Chinese New Year has become more and more commercialized. What people care about is no longer the atmosphere, but how much they spend. What children care about is not the happiness of the New Year, but how much lucky money they receive. I felt a little sad, but I held my mother's warm hand and said nothing. I forgot that when she was at home, she used to complain about spending money like water with a thick account book. I've always been silent. If I spit out my thoughts, she will say that I am not sensible.

I am unhappy during the Chinese New Year, but I have to put on a reluctant smile on my face.

Excellent prose in the Spring Festival lasts for five years, and spring goes and spring comes. Flowers bloom and fall, and there are tears in the falling flowers. Running water is ruthless, leaving petals, which is a sweet memory. The flowing years have precipitated a beautiful and precious past, which has never been forgotten and has always been with us. "My grandfather and I were separated 15 spring and autumn, and my grandmother was separated for 20 winter and summer", and the affection I once heard rolled in the spring tide!

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Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and the flying rings seem to jump instantly. I didn't realize that I had lived for 39 years, and I would be forty next spring! At present, the pace of 20 15 Spring Festival travel rush is getting closer and closer. Every Spring Festival, I always think of my grandparents when I was a child, and my heart is like a cloud. Missing is mixed with a touch of sadness, and I can't forget the happiness of my grandparents during the Spring Festival. ...

In rural areas, every household is scrambling to prepare new year's goods such as salted fish and bacon on the solstice of winter, and the festive atmosphere of the year permeates the country early. In the words of adults, the hard work of one year is over. There seems to be nothing more worth looking forward to than the Spring Festival. I hope the wandering wanderers can go home, have a family reunion and have a good Spring Festival. Warm affection permeates the air in spring, which is the wish of everyone and every family!

Spring Festival is full of splendid scenes engraved in people's hearts, which is synonymous with aestheticism, reunion, joy, homesickness, nostalgia and emotion in life. It contains too many profound meanings, the warmth of home, the concern of relatives, the hope of happiness and good wishes. ...

When firecrackers crackled on the New Year's Eve, I sat at the dining table, thinking about my grandparents. When I was a child, the scene of a family eating New Year's Eve flashed in my mind, and now it has become a precious time. In this warm family, the Spring Festival season, the once warm grandparents and grandchildren are deeply immersed in their hearts and frozen in the memory of the Spring Festival!

Deep affection is accompanied by morning and night, caring for the family is sincere and selfless, and even in old age, I am still working tirelessly for my family, even if I can spare a little effort. I can't express my feelings and nostalgia in words. This past is an enduring ballad in my life.

At that time, the family was smiling and sitting around the Eight Immortals table for dinner. The table was filled with plates of delicious food, which was a rich and pure farm dish. Adults cherish me and tell me to eat more vegetables. You can't pour out the dishes you can't finish, so you have to save some. After eating, I will sit at the table and wait for my family to get off the table. My mother will take out two pence and put it in my pocket. This is the lucky money in my memory. I was a child at that time and didn't understand these customs. This simple rural folk custom and sincere love for my son flashed in the dynamic swaying time!

Grandpa, who seldom drinks on weekdays, pours bulk liquor into a small glass bottle, scalds it in boiling water, and sips it slowly bit by bit, as if he is savoring the fragrance of family happiness! The hardest thing in my impression is my grandmother, who is seldom at leisure during the New Year. She cooks three meals a day on the stove. There are relatives and friends at home to pay New Year's greetings. When the guests come, they should serve the stew at home and treat them warmly. This is the New Year's etiquette for entertaining guests in our hometown. These are all grandma's busy work.

There was no TV at home at that time. On New Year's Eve, I went to my neighbor's house to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The oldest black-and-white TV set was full of neighbors, with melon seeds in their mouths, talking and laughing, and my face was soaked in the joy of the New Year. At night, all the houses are brightly lit, and one night is bright until dawn. On New Year's Eve, there are bursts of laughter and laughter, which outline the most dazzling and joyful night scene in the countryside.

In rural areas in the early 1980s, my earliest impression was that fireworks, even the classic mahjong, the quintessence of China's entertainment, were rare in rural areas. Adults and children mainly played cards for entertainment.

Time flies, thinking of my brothers and sisters who grew up together and were cared for by grandparents. That deep love comes from the old year. In the ghost dreams of the years, grandparents in heaven always care for us!

Now our brother and sister have become parents, leaving the hometown where we were born, caring for the old house where we grew up, and settling in a foreign land, but there is no childhood Spring Festival reunion, but it is a warm memory of the old year.

Beautiful and unforgettable things are always in a flash. Looking back over 30 years today, it really makes people feel that time flies and life is like a dream! When the years evoke warm memories, it is inevitable to touch the scene, and it is childhood in my heart, eyes and dreams.

According to the custom in my hometown, the first thing to do when I get up on New Year's Day is to go to the graves of my ancestors and deceased ancestors and spend the Spring Festival in Yin and Yang together. A bunch of Qian Ming, two candles, three incense sticks and a roll of firecrackers. In this most traditional memorial ceremony, I meditated and accompanied the Zeng family. ...

After my grandparents died, I have never been to their graves to pay homage. At this time, I am ashamed, and I really want to go back to my hometown, walk to their graves, baptize my grief, and dream back to my childhood with the nearest distance.

Call your grandparents in front of the grave, kneel and kowtow, and make a gesture with your hands to the grave! During the Spring Festival, I came to their side and silently recalled that kind voice and smile!

I remember one Spring Festival when I was a child, my grandfather took me to visit my grandmother's grave. The tomb has long since disappeared, but I remember the place clearly. This desolate and incomplete time and space flows in the world. Now I want to pay my respects to my grandparents. If time makes me choose to stay as a child, I would rather never grow up than have today!

The taste of childhood is sweet memories, but it is also engraved with nostalgia for sophisticated relatives. After growing up, after one Spring Festival after another, I have gradually drifted away. However, the Spring Festival in memory is like old wine, which is more mellow. The surge of emotion rippled in the long years, just like a beautiful melody, gently sung in the beautiful spring, at this time mixed feelings!

Time flies, but I will never give up and never forget my ancestors, relatives and kindness in the Spring Festival when I was a child. Time can't take my grandparents away from my heart. In my hometown, when I was a child, in my old house, I spent the Spring Festival warmly and comfortably, and a fleeting impression was full of emotion. ...

Spring Festival excellent prose 6 Go back to your hometown for the New Year, and you will have nothing to do after dinner. I wandered to the row of earth caves in front of the village, trying to find my childhood memories, return to childhood and return to heaven. Seeing everything in front of me, I can't help feeling a little sad.

It used to be a lively place. Nearly half of the people in the village lived here more than 30 years ago. According to the terrain, a row of earth holes were dug, and the main entrance was not so spacious, mixed with several tile houses. In those difficult years, the ancestors used their inexhaustible strength to dig and build earth caves, where a family lived, full of furniture and farm tools, where the family ate, drank and slept. Now it is faintly visible that the traces picked up from coal mines have changed from "white clay" buried deep underground to water painting traces. Although the wall is broken now, the stove, heatable adobe sleeping platform and flue can still be clearly seen.

Walking in front of the cave in this garbage dump reminds me of my dusty memory from time to time, a memory that is hard to retreat, and can always bring myself back to the not-so-distant past from time to time. The well at the western end of the cave has long been abandoned, and I don't know when it will collapse. There is only an unfathomable pit in front of us. I picked up a stone and threw it. First I heard a rumbling sound, then there was a dull landing sound underground. It seems that the well that once raised the whole village has long dried up.

The people who used to live in caves have basically moved out, and the transition from earth kiln to tile house with civil structure to buildings and bungalows with clean windows and brick-concrete structure has been completed. Every household in the village has basically lived in a new house, and the dilapidated tile-roofed house with civil structure has long since withdrawn from the historical stage and been replaced by a new building or bungalow in recent years. The wide road leading to the cave is also fragmented, rugged and overgrown with weeds. It seems that few people patronize here, only a narrow path, and it seems that there are still people walking.

Walking to the center of this row of caves, I saw a cave that was still intact. The yard outside the door wall is clean. The earth hole next door is full of firewood, corn stalks and branches. I couldn't help walking over, the cave door was open. I think there must be people living here. I walked into the cave. Oh! He still lives here and can't help convulsing. What a poor man!

Living in the earthen kiln is the only lonely old man in the village-Zhang Cai, who is single all his life and has no children or daughters. When I was young, I was a soldier in Qinghai. I retired more than 40 years ago and went out for a long time after taking part in the labor responsibility system of the production team. It is said that he has been working as a short-term worker and comes back once a year or several years. His life is already very broken, just to make a living. Now, like his father, he is over 70 years old and still lives alone in the kiln.

As far as I can remember, although his life is broken, he has no bad hobbies. He never takes anything from others. Even if he doesn't eat or drink, he always tries to solve it by himself and doesn't easily accept alms and help from others. Walking into the cave, I saw him lying on the heatable adobe sleeping platform, with a few simple necessities on the ground, such as rice, noodles and oil, a simple stove, few things and no electricity at home. I took out my cigarette and handed it to him. He didn't want it, so I gave it to him. I know he likes smoking, so I lit him a cigarette and chatted with him for a while. I learned from him that the government would send it to him before the Spring Festival.

He usually doesn't accept what his neighbors give him. Only a few people he thinks really care about himself reluctantly accept it. Several good people in the village brought him steamed bread, meat, vegetables and so on. I haven't seen him for years, but now he is much older. Seeing his situation, I feel very incompetent and unable to help such a childhood playmate the same age as my father. Seeing his situation, I felt a chill in my heart I admire his subconscious stubbornness and refusal to help others.

From time to time, you can see the good deeds of all kinds of people in society from the media and the Internet. Some good things can be said to be touching, but some good things always feel lame after seeing them. "At the beginning of life, human nature is good", and goodness may be human nature. In most cases, good deeds are actions from the heart. On the contrary, some people's good deeds make people feel a little "show", not really from the heart, perhaps out of some kind of need, or some kind of psychological comfort, looking for some kind of psychological balance and comforting their souls.

Generally speaking, kindness is the external expression of kindness, and love is the foundation of kindness. Charity without love is just charity of the strong to the weak, pity of the rich to the poor, and sympathy for the poor. This kind of kindness is sometimes a kind of harm to those in need, rather than tolerance and help. For a man with backbone, he will definitely not accept such charity. For them, this kind of "charity" may be a kind of personality injury. Besides, generally speaking, charity without love will not last long.

With the help of his neighbors, he felt the warmth of his family, and with the help of the government, he got rid of his temporary predicament. His self-reliance, self-esteem and stubbornness reflect the humbleness of those who depend on others in life. The simple actions of the neighborhood have touched my soul again and again. Small acts of kindness and kindness will also be a long-term success, accumulating the great love of others and achieving a positive social energy.

After a holiday, I came home again and saw the busy figure, so I couldn't help rushing down.

In the past, at the end of the year, grandmother, grandmother, mother ... in short, women at home began to get busy for the new year. I am the oldest in three generations, so I was called to help, such as burning firewood and carrying water. Too smart when I was young. I often do things in a hurry, so I am busy playing. I often make mistakes and lose things, and my mother criticizes me. My grandmother often protects me, so I am spared a lot of punishment.

It's almost 29 now, and my family has just started to buy new year's goods. Early steaming, early frying, early cooking and early frying in the past are all gone, and the busy singing from New Year's Eve to New Year's Eve is gradually drifting away. When asked about my mother's "Twenty-three, cantaloupe sticks ... the children's song behind", my mother didn't know when she forgot. At this time in previous years, grandma always quietly grabbed some candy and handed it to me, so that I wouldn't disturb their "work", otherwise I would have to work overtime that night.

In my memory, I don't know where those "cantaloupe songs" went, leaving only the cleaning of my sister years ago. In my memory, at the end of the year, my father wrote Spring Festival couplets with lanterns, often forcing me to write them. As a result, there was ink everywhere, and my mother punished me. Now I just buy a few in the street supermarket. In my memory, my father killed chickens, pigs and stewed meat. Now, in the vegetable market, I am encouraged and urged. ...

Things are different, and there are always people who sigh; When people are changing, they still sigh that the sea is hard to water.

With the reconstruction of the town, I left the "old" quadrangle and lived in a unit building. Every time I go home, I tell him: when I was a child, I caught crickets and grasshoppers, and he was more excited than me; Speaking of the joy of setting off firecrackers in the New Year, it's just a blink of an eye. Sometimes there is nothing we can do, because there is a generation gap of ten years. My brother got bored and turned to playing computer. Maybe I should sigh at this time. Busy, I am drifting away, and there is no more firewood and water. The years in my memory are stained with dust and mottled.

Do you remember that we met again at the end of the year? Did it ever occur to you that you would keep it for the New Year?

Time, a big river, flows endlessly, scouring the old style and bringing new laughter. I had a good chat watching my brother and sister celebrate with friends in front of the computer. I turned into my room and heard from my childhood friend that the years were good. Watching my grandmother quietly listening to my mother explain the plot of TV, I turned and walked into the kitchen, made some side dishes and cooked several bowls of porridge soup.

The Spring Festival remains the same, and the busyness of the past should fall on my shoulders. Looking at the past, my thoughts come back to my eyes and I can taste my own food.