Kneeling for a social activities around the theme of the Spring Festival practice tips, 600 words or so, format as a general after reading will be fine.

Every year, we spend the Spring Festival at my grandmother's house. My grandmother's house is in a small village in the mountains, only about twenty families, remote and quiet. The weather in the mountains is always much colder than in the city. The old wooden house with green tiles often had rows and rows of ice pillars of varying lengths hanging from the eaves, bright and shiny. In the morning, a thick layer of ice formed in the water tank, and grandma always cracked the ice to get water for cooking. The adults sat around the fireplace, chatting and drinking tea. Grandma was busy at the big, tall stove, and the soup pot on the stove kept "puffing" all day long. Grandpa was like an obedient child, accepting Grandma's command, a moment to make fire, a moment to pick water, busy and happy. The usual strict discipline of my parents in this day, also seems to be polite to me, gave me absolute freedom, let me go to play.

By the afternoon, beautiful snowflakes drifted down from the sky, and gradually, gradually, the snow got bigger and bigger, and the Snow Maiden put a white veil on the earth. We scrambled to the snow to play a snowball fight. Dad, my sister-in-law's husband, my cousin and I were in a group, and mom, my sister-in-law, my cousin and my cousin were in a group. We did a good job of snowballs, together to the "enemy" fire, my sister ran slowly, was hit by my snowballs, wow, wow, cried out, just when I am proud of the time, my sister-in-law picked up a snowball thrown at me, but fortunately my sister-in-law's husband was quick and clear-sighted, open the umbrella to block, only to hear the "snap" sound, snowballs, snowballs, snowballs. "The snowball exploded on the umbrella with a bang. Grandma's dog is also excited, jumping happily at our feet, accidentally stepped on by my feet, pinned his tail to the side, "woof" barking, but after a while, it forgets the pain, and then run to us in the middle of a snowball fight, the body warmed up, the hands are also hot, his head is covered in white snowflakes, but also risking the snowballs. White snowflakes, but also bubbling hot gas.

After the reunion dinner, some of the adults were playing mahjong, some were watching the gala, and we children gathered together and played our favorite games. 12 o'clock was the time I was most looking forward to, because at that moment, everyone would set off firecrackers and fireworks. I've seen the spectacular fireworks in the city which are always so busy and lively. Although the fireworks in the valley of my grandmother's village were not many, they were set off in the silent night sky and appeared to be so crisp and clear, and the echoes reverberated in the valley with a melodious, endless flavor. I from a very young only put "dog tail grass" "ground light gun" to now and Dad and zoom in the fireworks, feel the courage and boldness of the growing, naturally very pleased.

The Spring Festival is great, and it is even more unforgettable to spend it at my grandmother's house.