Forever festival 700 words essay

Example Essay 1 Qingming Festival Qingming Fruit

NPCA

"In the New Year, go back home again to play ah!" Grandma held the rolled down car window, full of smiles, happiness overflowing from the wrinkles, layers upon layers. I waved my hand, "Okay, grandma will pick me up here again!" Grandma answered. The car drove off, and in the reverse mirror Grandma paused for a moment, hobbling back. Dad sighed: "Alas, the old man see once will be less once!"

And last year I didn't go back home for New Year's Eve, and Grandma couldn't stand in front of that door waiting for us to come back anymore.

I remember one year, Grandma lived in my house, and Grandpa's grave was thousands of miles away. Grandma was still in her right mind that year, and worked all afternoon in the kitchen, making a cage of green, bamboo-leaf-covered glutinous rice cakes. I asked my grandmother what this was, and she said, "Qingming Guo, in my hometown, I made it every year at the Qingming Festival, you haven't eaten it before, come and try it!" I smelled the fragrance of Qingming fruit, so I pinched one to taste, but it was not as delicious as I thought, the fragrance of glutinous rice can be smelled but not eaten. It was hard to finish one, so I put down my chopsticks. Grandma saw that I did not like it too much, sighed, sat down on the sofa, picked the smallest one, tasted it one bite at a time, and chewed it slowly.

The flavor can be smelled but not eaten, and people remember but not seen.

Last year, during the Qingming Festival, Mom and Dad returned to their hometown to visit their grandparents' graves. In the Beijing home, there are grandma and grandpa and a nanny from the hometown to live with me. The nanny was a good friend of mine, but she was not a good friend of mine, so she was a good friend of mine, but she was a good friend of mine. The nanny made a plate of Qingming fruit and put it on the dining table on Qingming Day. Grandma and Grandpa and I were sitting in the living room watching TV, and somehow we got to talking about my grandparents. Grandma said, "Your grandpa and I looked after you here the year your grandpa passed away. You were only six years old, and when I asked you if you remembered your grandfather's face, you said no. Ten years ago, your grandmother, finally, came back to me. It's been ten years, your grandma, and I finally got to see your grandpa again,......," I got up, went to the dining room table and drew a Kleenex, wiping away the tears that were streaming down my face.

Again, the Qingming fruit ah! The fruits were still green, covered with a bamboo leaf, and gave off a familiar scent. I picked up one and took a bite, still no taste in my mouth. And the tears flowed down again, bite, salty.

People, remember but not see.

I finished the one Qingming fruit, wiped my tears again, and brought the plate of Qingming fruit on the table to the living room, "Grandpa, Grandma, try the Qingming fruit made by Nanny!" Grandma and Grandpa smiled and responded, "Good, good ......" and one of them picked up one and tasted it, and the wrinkles on their faces, too, layered on top of each other.

This year's Qingming, perhaps still busy reviewing and can not go back home, but next year Qingming, I want to go back home to see never seen the Qingming season of the mountain azalea, and my grandpa, grandma, and, grandma and grandpa.

Example Essay 2 The Moon of Good Festivals

Han Xiaoxiao, Senior 0507, Tsinghua High School

"My thoughts are round." Chewing on this simple but lip-smacking verse like mooncakes, even in the snowy depths of winter, the bright Mid-Autumn Moon in my heart will quietly rise, bringing a few wisps of seclusion and a few wisps of coziness ......

The Moon, the keeper of the Mid-Autumn Festival, haven't you always shone brightly in the night sky over the past thousands of years, holding people's admiration and wishes?

Therefore, you are not only the watchman of the festival, but also the watchman of the strong affection inherited for thousands of years!

The moon, not only the Mid-Autumn Festival, in the thousands of years of those memorable days, you are not the same in the hearts of people emitting a soft light? You have not only shone on Zi Yu and Zi Zhan, who have been in the same place for thousands of years, but you have also comforted Wang Wei, who has been in the same place for thousands of years, on the night of the festival. Miluo River waves, you have not also cried for the fate of the poet? In the twilight of the Qingming rain, you are not still behind the clouds for the long gone broken hearted pedestrians sighed sadly?

Therefore, you are not only the watchman of the festival, but also the watchman of the ancient traditional culture!

You are the guardian of the ancient Chinese civilization. The family, the culture, like the quiet moonlight pulse flow through the history, linking up the hearts of the people. The night is as clear as Xu ......

Only, once upon a time ......

Tense modern life, so that people do not realize that a wisp of the best feelings; less reunion, less miss, more busy work after self-expression of paralysis Relaxed BMW carving car, red wine and green; the world's wave of impact, foreign language HIP-HAP lyrics backwards and forwards the young people but will not chant the Mid-Autumn Festival article; moonlight is heartless night lights dim, Christmas carnival, Valentine's Day soft language, occupying the lack of poetic mind, the moonlight of the culture does not shine in; in contrast to the South Korea, even our traditional Dragon Boat Festival Shen their Heritage ......

You cried, the moon ah, lights out of the place you will cover yourself in the haze. You do not want to see that a touch of moonlight belonging to Chinese civilization, belonging to poetry, belonging to affection, belonging to culture, disappeared in today's prosperity ......

But fortunately, there are still people who still remember you ah, there are still people are gradually remembering. The moonlight did not melt ah, the Spring Festival has not always been still the most important festival in the hearts of the people? The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Moon ah, smile, the return of the festivals, is not precisely the poetic, affection, the beginning of the return of culture, is the beginning of the people of that wisp of a thousand years of the soul of China to re-emphasize it?

Just, the return of the festival of the month, will not be the commodity society of entertainment, material enjoyment tainted, lost that a poetic freshness, affection for the simple and cultural purity? ......

You don't say, I have to find the answer myself. The month ah, I see people on the traditional festivals for the decision to set up a legal holiday greatly agree; to see the ancient festivals custom began to popularity; to hear the voice of culture and echo in people's hearts; to hear people again in the singing of the festivals of the month of the verse ......

You are still silent, smile full of hope. I see your clear light began to flow in the earth again, as at that time had illuminated Zi Yu Zi Zhan's Qianli Canyuan Juan ......