Unforgettable Lantern Festival essay

Yuanxiao is not a valuable thing, but in my memory, the experience of eating Yuanxiao several times has left unforgettable memories. ...

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one

I remember the first time the whole family celebrated the Lantern Festival was ten years ago. At that time, I happened to be in the fourth grade, which was the age when I didn't know how to be sad and unrestrained. I know nothing, but I can be happy by myself.

At that time, the family was poor and three people lived in a small room. Every day, except for utilities, almost all the places that can be saved are saved.

On the night of Lantern Festival, I don't know why, my father actually bought a small bag of glutinous rice flour and sesame powder from outside. Later, I learned that my dad bought it for fear that I was less than my peers.

Jiaozi was brought to the table at dinner. There are not many dumplings, but they are just enough for three bowls. That night, the family was talking and laughing around the table. What impressed me most was that mom and dad turned red in the face. I don't know if it was steamed by the rising heat of glutinous rice balls or because of other reasons.

In my memory, jiaozi is especially sweet. Take a bite and slip. If frozen black sesame seeds flow down your lips and into your mouth. If swallowed, the sweetness of sesame will persist between lips and teeth for a long time. ......

I was young and ignorant at that time. After eating the bowl, I took one from my mother's bowl with chopsticks. But with a bite, jiaozi cracked, but there was no sesame flavor at all. Spit into the bowl, the glutinous rice balls turned out to be the same milky white inside and outside. At that time, I put down my chopsticks and asked my mother, "Mom, why is there no black sesame in jiaozi?" I remember my mother saying, "Maybe your father missed it when he was doing it." I don't remember what I said later. All I know is that after listening to those words, I actually believed it. Stop it.

When I grew up, my father and I talked about the past. Father made a slip of the tongue and realized that only my bowl was stuffed in the dumpling that day. When my father cooked dumplings, he specially divided two small pots, and finally left me the bowl of dumplings with black sesame seeds.

There is also a Lantern Festival in my memory, which is also deeply imprinted in my mind. At that time, I was in the third grade, near the senior high school entrance examination, and the school made up lessons at the Lantern Festival night. In the afternoon, I was in a hurry and didn't go back. I had a casual meal in the school cafeteria and went back to the classroom to continue my class.

That night, the teacher assigned a test paper. Halfway through, I habitually looked up at the window. I wanted to see the night scene under the neon lights in the distance to get rid of the tiredness of doing the problem. But through the window on one side of the corridor, I saw a figure. Through the glass, the figure hesitated in front of the closed classroom for a while, then turned and walked downstairs. The figure's hand seems to be holding something. When it turns around, the figure of that person is particularly familiar. That kind of familiarity is like my father's, but I dare not open the classroom door to catch up.

At that time, I did well in school, and my grades were always in the top five of my grade. It happens to be adolescence, and various hormones in the body are secreted crazily. When you see a girl you like, your ears will be unconsciously red like a soldering iron. In addition, my father can't speak Mandarin well, and when he opens his mouth, he is full of dialects and doesn't like to pay attention to clothes. Therefore, he always thought that every time his father came to school, whether it was a so-called good thing or a bad thing, it was extremely shameful.

Sitting in the classroom at that time, I was always worried that my father would come back halfway and pushed open the classroom door. Later, in front of the whole class, the teacher sitting on the podium was polite and said a few words that he had tried his best to say. The standard Mandarin finally caused a burst of laughter in the whole classroom, leaving me sitting at the desk in distress situation and pretending to be absorbed in reading the text in the textbook.

But it was not until the bell rang that night that I realized that my worries were unnecessary. I was a little lucky. I packed my schoolbag in a hurry and rushed downstairs before the other students left the classroom with the so-called "vanity" mentality.

I went downstairs and ran to the corner on the first floor to see my father.

My father has a thermos in his hand. When he saw me, he smiled at me and said, "Today is the Lantern Festival. Your mother asked me to take you to jiaozi. Eat quickly. It's still hot! " Father said, handing me the thermos. When he spoke, his father used the same poor Mandarin. At that moment, I don't know why, maybe it just seems to be a pure rebellious mood. I took thermos flask and deliberately asked, "Then why didn't you send it to the classroom just now, so you don't have to stand here and wait?" I'm tired of waiting for you to leave me in this cold weather! "

I thought my father would be annoyed, but he still looked calm on the surface. After a pause, my father said, "I saw you taking an exam outside the window just now." No, I didn't dare to go in. I was afraid I would bother you with your questions! "When he spoke, his father's voice stammered.

Father is usually a sociable person. That time, it was also the first time in my life that I saw the man who raised me for more than ten years stutter like that. In a few words, almost every word will be repeated once or twice.

In fact, even if my father refuses to talk, I know what my father means. He is afraid of embarrassing his son and "losing face" in front of his classmates.

It was very cold outside that day. After two and a half hours of self-study in the evening, the glutinous rice balls in the thermos can hardly penetrate the slightest heat, and only the soup in the bottle can feel a trace of residual temperature. I don't know why, while eating, I suddenly found a few salty stars mixed in the glutinous rice balls.

I put down my spoon and wiped my face, only to find that I don't know when two lines of clear tears cut my eyelids and reached my lips. ......

two

The most impressive thing about Lantern Festival is the bowl of glutinous rice balls that Yi and I ate together. Yi, a girl I like in high school, was my sophomore year. The Lantern Festival coincides with the cold spring and the sudden drop in temperature. When I woke up, it was already snowing. On that day, the school made an exception and didn't go to the evening study. After the last class in the afternoon, Yi and I came out of school and walked home slowly.

The road is covered with a thin layer of white. I was carrying my bag for Yi while she was pushing my bike beside me.

Walking, intentionally or unintentionally, Yi suddenly stopped and asked me, "What day is it today?" I glanced at her and said, "Lantern Festival." "Then let's eat jiaozi together!" With that, Yi got on the bus and stepped forward. I ran after it, and when I came to my senses, the car had stopped in front of a snack bar.

Jiaozi that day was easy to solve. Yi and I sat at the long table in the snack bar, chatting while eating. A few passers-by passing by in front of the snack bar cast a brief glance. My eyes fell on me and Yi. At that moment, I felt as if only the two of us were the happiest people in the world. The source of that kind of happiness is sincerity and friendship!

When I got home that day, it was already eight o'clock, and the faint light cast by the orange lights on the road reflected the unfinished snow, which was so beautiful that it was moving. When I got home, my father asked me, "Where have you been?" I was afraid that my father would misunderstand me and lie and say, "There are some things at school." Father just smiled and didn't answer. He just invited me to dinner with my mother.

I didn't know until after the fact. Actually, my dad already knew about me and Yi. Although it was a critical period of study at that time, many parents were desperately asking for tutors for their children and even taking tonics, but the father didn't intervene at all. And he just intuitively believes that everything his son does will be perfect in his eyes.

Later, I mentioned this to several friends, who were envious and said that I had such a good father. Actually, in my opinion, it's not that I am lucky. But the word "father" is as full of love as "home". It's just that the situation is different and the way to talk is different, but love is always the unchanging truth!

After graduating from high school, Yi went to another city, but I still stayed in Hubei. Every year during the Lantern Festival, Yi will make a phone call. Every time I make a phone call, the scene of Lantern Festival in Grade Two will unconsciously come to my mind and come to my heart. Coupled with my memory, my father's smile and a man's full trust and love for his son will come out that night!

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Thinking about it, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening before I knew it. I picked up my cell phone and sent a short message to Yi and her family. The short message is: Happy Lantern Festival, always healthy! After sending it, I put down my mobile phone, closed my eyes and tried my best to relive every detail and corner of those memories.

Although the cold in winter has not dissipated, there is a warm current in my heart, which is constantly surging at the moment, like a hot spring, gurgling ... I don't know why, a person is lying on the bed in the dormitory, and tears finally can't hold back and fall to the corner of his mouth. But this time, tears seem to be no longer simply salty; Tears seem to have a faint taste of black sesame dumplings, which are sweet, happy and sad, but they all melt into the warm current and merge into the deepest part of the soul. ......