Write an essay about Fuling on the topic of hometown style, 600 words

The sound of firecrackers is the sound of a new year, and the spring breeze sends warmth into the tassel.

There are no identical leaves in the world, no identical snowflakes, and even in the same country, there may not be the same hometown flavor.

In my hometown of Lujiang, I am most impressed or the day before the Spring Festival - New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve is different from the north is no dumplings, but there is a sweet New Year's Eve dinner. On this day, there is no homework, no assignments from mom and dad, and the whole day is free.

On this day, I will wait quietly for New Year's Eve to come, but behind the quietness, I can't help but show my excitement and joy.

Time no longer flies like a "white horse", but it feels like a "day".

In the evening, firecracker after firecracker is heard, signaling the coming of an event - the burning of paper money to pay homage to the ancestors.

Every time, I was always the most active one, I do not know why, this is a serious ceremony, in my opinion, as if a game, a flame event.

The process of dividing the paper money into portions and portions was a process I was always impatient with, but it was indispensable.

Whenever the lighter is on, it is the most exciting moment, the flame "rubbing" from the pile of paper, red hot red, cheeks are roasted by it, but feel very comfortable. Under the dark sky, small piles of paper money burn happily, as if saying goodbye to the old year and eagerly running towards the new year. These flames of different wishes are very beautiful.

Whenever the wind blows, it always brings out the sparking shredded paper, as if it were a spirit of fire, rushing to carry people's blessings to the sky to pray.

Home, the mood is very satisfied, there is even the kind of restlessness ......

New Year's Eve dinner early on the table, candle flames flickering, stools placed neatly. The first time I saw this, my grandmother would open the door to greet the ancestors, and warned me not to touch the chair, the old man will be dizzy. It was a bit of a joke, but I would always listen to my grandmother and carefully walk around the table and around the benches as if I had stepped on a landmine.

The strong hometown flavor, like a small umbrella like dandelion petals, just touched the heart of the film, will take root, the whole heart wrapped up, feel warm and melting.

Some of the superstitious, a little special hometown style in my heart to take deep roots, no matter where in the future, I will remember these details and those beautiful.

Some superstitions, some special hometown customs are y rooted in my heart.