Good Traditions in My Family Essay

Early in the morning of the first day of the New Year, I was sleeping soundly when I was suddenly awakened by the knocking sound coming from the next room. I only heard my father's voice: "Good New Year, mom and dad! I wish mom and dad good health, family harmony and a sweet life. This basin of washing water is to give you a new look for the New Year; these soup dumplings are to wish you a happy and sweet New Year!" Grandma and Grandpa were heard to reply, "Thank you, thank you! Why is there still this rule?" I also felt strange when I heard it, what's going on?

The elements of time, place, people, and events are all delivered very clearly.

After a while, I heard my father gently knocking on the door of my room, I hurriedly put on my clothes and opened the door, only to see my father carrying a pot of steaming hot wash water in one hand, and carrying the dumplings in the other hand came in, and while walking, he said: "My good son, my father wishes you success in your studies in the new year, and good health! I also wish you a sweet life and reunion in the new year!" Red-faced and a little embarrassed, I took the towel my dad handed me and wiped my face, and said to my dad, "Dad, why did you do that?" "Oh, it's like this. When I was little, every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, your grandfather would get up early in the morning, serve the washing water and boil the soup dumplings. First, he would go to my grandparents' room and wish my grandparents a good new year and wish the old man good health and family reunion. Then they would come to my room, wash my face, give me soup dumplings, and tell me that this is called honoring the old and loving the young. In this way the whole family will be reunited and sweet in the new year! Now that grandpa and grandma are old, it's my turn to do this. When you grow up later and I am old too, it will be your turn to do this!" I put my arms around my dad's neck, kissed his face, and said earnestly "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely take over your shift and do a good job at this!" "What a good son of dad!" Dad hugged me tightly and said happily.

"Red-faced" describes my mood at the time, and the details are in place; the clever use of my father's mouth, from the side to explain the origin of "my family's traditions".

I used to know that there would be New Year's money and brilliant fireworks on New Year's Day, but now I also know that on the first day of every year, there will be a basin of warm wash water and sweet dumplings in my house. I think I will carry on this tradition, so that my home will always be sweet and reunion!