Essay on the theme of "I and traditional festivals" in Happy Spring Festival

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There are many traditional festivals in our Chinese nation: Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, jubilant Spring Festival, delicious food, colorful customs and interesting and lively entertainment activities, which all condense the wisdom and courage of working people and their sweat and strength. My favorite is the Spring Festival, a unique festival in China.

Legend has it that there was a monster called Nian in ancient times, which had long tentacles and was fierce and abnormal. Every New Year's Eve, they will climb ashore, devour livestock and kill people. At this time, people will help the old and young people escape to the deep mountains to avoid its harm. It is said that Nian is most afraid of red, fire and explosion. Since then, every year on New Year's Eve, every household will stick red couplets, set off firecrackers and light red lanterns to drive away the "Nian" beast. So now there is the Spring Festival.

Every Spring Festival, our family began to put up couplets, hang New Year pictures, steam rice cakes and wrap jiaozi in the morning. We are busy and happy. Everyone is talking, laughing and singing. What a lively scene! And I have become a rare little helper. Jiaozi is my "specialty", but I'm also "Wang Po boasted about buying melons". At first, I took great pains to study jiaozi!

That Spring Festival, my mother taught me to pack jiaozi. Her dexterous hands moved evenly and quickly, one left and one right, up and down, as if skimming water. She held the skin in her left hand, put the stuffing in the middle with a spoon in her right hand, flattened the stuffing with the back of the spoon, folded the skin in half on both sides, and finally squeezed the thumb and forefinger of both hands into the middle at the same time. Look! Like Yuanbao, jiaozi did this. Round, chubby, crystal clear, mouth watering! I said to myself, "Why is it difficult? My jiaozi must be' generals'. " So, I couldn't wait to pick up the skin, put away the stuffing, and folded the skin in half bit by bit, just like my mother did, but the stuffing on the right didn't hold, and the stuffing on the right ran out disobediently, faster than the rabbit. My hands don't work, and I really need water in the desert. At this time, my mother came up to me gently, held my little hand in a warm hand and kneaded it into a ball slowly. Although my so-called "generals" seemed to have lost the battle at first, they were dejected and scarred, but my mother's patient teaching again and again greatly increased my confidence. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. After repeated failures, my jiaozi finally took shape. They are magnificent and seem ready to go to the battlefield at any time. The Spring Festival that year was of special significance to me-jiaozi was the "mascot" of our happiness. In this way, every year after the Spring Festival, I will be duty-bound to undertake the "work" in jiaozi.

On New Year's Eve, our family sat together, eating delicious jiaozi in laughter, eating it in our stomachs but keeping it warm in our hearts, and everyone enjoyed the Spring Festival heartily!