The 2010 Chinese Language Examination Full Score Essay Appreciation

Spring is coming

Flower season, such as horse hooves through the flowers, leaving a string of absolutely beautiful echo, buckle open the heart, found is youth is coming.

Youth came, his time I am not in the world, put on a gardenia shirt, the corner of the shirt slightly bloom in the sun, gentle swing. Youth came, I will have more points Tao Qian "pick chrysanthemum under the east hedge" calm, scoop up my curtain dream; Youth came, I am "flow of light is easy to put people throw, red cherry, green banana." That is our unique sensitivity, unique melancholy. When disappointed, but also compared themselves to Li Qingzhao proposed "people than the yellow flowers thin"; when overflowing heroism, also dare to put down the "sword swings the world, sweeping the six" of the unruly words.

Evocative, bright, bold, heralded as youthful splendor.

Youth came, I was not stepping on the Red Chamber, peeping Baodai buried flowers; no longer tasting the Three Kingdoms, Mr. Zhuge fan spandex and fascinated. I quietly crouch in the window, a ray of warm sun brushed my face, watching Guo Jingming's "Summer Solstice", feeling the pain and sadness belonging to the youth; read Han Han's "Three Doors" of sadness, I do not realize that I am now also in the dilemma of the three doors. I know, that is the youth came, so I do not care for which beautiful chapter and shed tears; I know that is the youth came, so I began to envy the people in the Ten Mile Ocean Park: Zhang Eileen's love, Lin Huiyin's talent; Guan Zilan's leisure.

Youth came, the wind rose, blowing a pool of spring water, leaving a small piece of heart palpitations.

Youth came, I managed to break away from the childishness, put on the mature flowery clothes, I managed to change down the tired doll voice, singing low and steady. Youth came, I thought I was alone began to pay attention to the cartoons of several meters, those or mature or calm colors can always cause my **** Ming, it seems to be overnight, I fell from Van Gogh's sunflowers to several meters under the pen of a small child. Youth has come, youth brings us countless possibilities, I grasp the "struggle" this rope, trying to climb up. The first thing you need to do is to open your heart and accept the warmth of spring, and wait for the seasons to come around.

No wandering, no struggle of youth, is to come incomplete.

Are you in despair? Whether the eyes firmly looking into the distance? The same time, the same flower-like dream, do not reject it, that is youth came.

Reviews:

This is the first time we have seen a perfect score in the 2010 Hebei provincial secondary school examination. One of the reasons this essay gets full marks is that the volume is exceptionally clear, and the author is said to have written beautifully - something we have emphasized many times that candidates need to pay attention to. The second reason is that the essay gives a unique insight and experience of the storyline and characters of the book. The third is that the author's use of language is flexible and lively, with solid language skills. Only a few hundred words of composition, but involved in Zheng Chouyu's poetry, quoted Tao Yuanming, Jiang Jie, Li Qingzhao, Feng Yansi's poetry, involved in Han Han's "Threefold Door", a few meters of comics, Van Gogh's sunflowers, but also involved in Zhang Eileen, Lin Huiyin, Guan Zilan, associated with the classical masterpieces of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Dream of Red Mansions, and so on. And did not show any traces of showing off, want to not full marks are not easy.

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Shanghai:

■Shanghai Jiaotong University Business Administration Chen Tianle

Since the beginning of school, there has always been a blackboard in front of the classroom. If you look back on your school days with a fast-forward lens, it would be the people who came and went in front of the board, which was full and empty, and empty and full again. The only constant in this process seemed to be the list of duty students written in the upper left corner of the board. There is always someone neatly write down the three words of the duty student, followed by a few names, these names of the owner of the mood and do not know.

At least when I was a kid, I hated being on duty, and saw my name "reluctantly" written on the blackboard, and I couldn't help but look sad. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The teacher always said, "I'm sorry," and "I must not have done anything at home," and so on.

Once my turn on duty, just at noon on vacation, and a few other duty students exchanged some, decided to unify the tone: do not know not ask not to do, anyway, the blame is also "the law is not to blame". I was happy to go home at noon, perhaps too happy, but the vacation homework forgotten at school. On the way back to school, I felt a little uneasy: would our classroom be the only one still in disarray? I pushed open the door of the classroom and found our homeroom teacher wiping the blackboard with a rag on her foot. The teacher smiled at me naturally: "I forgot to mention that the duty student should finish his duty at noon today, and I guess everyone forgot about it. Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I cleaned it myself. "

I froze for a moment, nodded stupidly, and then picked up the broom to clean the classroom with the homeroom teacher. As we cleaned and chatted, the homeroom teacher, who usually seemed quite strict, was surprisingly talkative. She was only a fresh graduate, not tall, and had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the blackboard. "It's not the first time I've done this, so it's fun to help clean up the classroom," said the teacher, who didn't complain about this kind of labor. "Besides, you kids don't do housework, so you won't be able to clean up." After the class was finished, she looked at the open space and saw that it was clean. "After cleaning, looking at the open classroom, I also have a feeling of satisfaction in my heart, carefully climbed on the chair, in the upper left corner of the blackboard under the duty student wrote the teacher and my name.

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Hebei Province 2010 midterm excellent composition "I came"

This is an excellent composition for the 2010 midterm in Hebei Province, and the final score of this composition is 48 points. Reading this essay makes one's eyes feel as if a small stream appeared in front of one's eyes, which runs towards its goal and goes forward, fearing difficulties and dangers. This spirit is shocking! The choice of angle is a highlight for this essay to get a high score. The author started from a specific angle to express a spirit, giving people a feeling of upward mobility. Angle determines vision, students, sometimes choosing a special angle can make your essay novel.

Original Appreciation:

Life is like a trickle of water, born in a spring, flowing gently through the years, flowing through the zigzagging mountain road, will eventually flow into the sea, gushing up that brilliant waves.

I am the river that has been flowing, striving forward between the narrow banks. The narrow channel squeezes me breathless, and the mud in the water destroys my body, but I will not give up, I want to fight hard for my goal! After enduring countless pains, it suddenly became easier. When I opened my eyes, the bright sunshine warmed me, and the open world around me brightened my eyes. I finally turned from a thin stream into a small river, the clear water sparkling with light, in the breeze continue to flow forward, I in my heart silently recite: "the sea, I came."

I am the river that has been flowing, rappelling through the abrupt rocks. The rocks beside me stood up with sharp, acute angles. I was emboldened, and my steps forward slowed. Should I stop moving forward? No! With renewed courage, I charged at the sharp rocks. I let them cut through me, I let the water crash over them in a bit of foam, and I would not yield! For a moment, everything was quiet, those rocks were left behind me, in front of me to meet a cluster of brightly colored wildflowers and a clump of tender green grass, refreshing the fragrance of the flowers wafted, delighting my sense of smell, I silently recited in my mind, "the sea, I'm coming."

I am the river that has been flowing, in the meandering valleys to go forward. A bend, another bend, my body in the winding canyon twist and turn, sometimes touching the hard bank, sometimes touching the blocking tree, after so many setbacks and difficulties, I am no longer weak. I am now full of strength and fighting spirit! I broke through all the hardships and obstacles. There was a huge rock in front of me, I didn't even think about it and charged forward without thinking! I experienced the sensation of leaping through the air, and the next thing I knew, there was the sound of a little splash of water falling. I fixed my eyes on it: ah! What a vast world! The sea, the blue sky, the white clouds, everything was so beautiful! Gray seagulls circled and flew above my head, as if celebrating my success. Looking at the turquoise-blue sea water, I violently rolled up a huge wave and shouted, "The sea, I'm finally here!"

Four

How can we see the rainbow without experiencing the storm

The eagle flying in the vast sky must have experienced the pain of the mother eagle falling off the cliff countless times before hammering out a pair of wings in the sky.

A pearl of great splendor must have undergone countless writhings of the clam's flesh and the polishing of countless winds and waves before it can shine brightly.

Similarly, a truly accomplished person must have stood up again after countless falls, because "how can we see the rainbow without experiencing the storm? No one can be successful easily".

Shi Tiesheng fell and lost his legs, which is a heavy blow to anyone. But he did not lose faith in life, but used his brain and hands to express his infinite love of life. Beethoven was blind and deaf, but he still wrote a large number of musical works, such as "Heroes" and "Destiny", in the misfortunes of life, he tenaciously held the "throat of fate".

These are people who have wrestled before, but they have stood up strongly, fought with fate and misfortune, and finally achieved great success.

So for each of us, wrestling is not terrible, the terrible thing is that you lose confidence and courage in life from now on.

Iceheart said: "Successful flower, people only admire it now bright color! However, at first its buds, soaked with the tears of struggle, sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice."

So each of us in the face of misfortune can not be devastated, because we have the possibility to change the mindset, hold any chain of life.

Just like the boy in the painting after the fall, in the face of inquiries from teachers, parents, and all aspects of society, we should all boldly say, "It's no big deal." Because life is our own, fate is in our own hands, our mentality, our choice, determines the direction of life

Frustration is a wealth of life, is to prompt you to succeed a dose of good medicine, do not go through the wind and rain of the flowers, how will be gorgeous? Do not go through trials and tribulations of life, how will issue a dazzling luster?

Just like the 2005 moving China's characters - Hong Zhanhui said: difficulties, we have the responsibility to face it, to solve it. As a new generation of young people, we should understand that wrestling is not terrible, just as we always have the courage to sing the song: not through the storm, how can we see the rainbow? No one can succeed casually!

I have to say, how can a person grow up without experiencing a fall and standing up again after a fall? The storm is the precursor of the rainbow after the rain!

Five

Autumn is coming

I sat in front of the window, looking up at the sky, the geese took wing and flew south to look for a warm harbor. I felt a slight chill as a gust of autumn wind blew past me. I don't know where a leaf fell into my hands, I sighed: ah! Another spring has come, carefully scrutinize the leaf, I seem to see the grandmother's kind face on it.

It was also an autumn, the autumn wind, rolled with the leaves whistling past, giving people a sense of death. I walked on the road home, looking at the bleak scenery, my heart welled up a kind of inexplicable uneasiness, can not help but speed up the pace. Back home, the first thing I saw was my parents' faces filled with sorrow. I want to ask what happened, but do not have the courage to speak. After a dead silence, Dad said in a heavy tone: "Your grandmother ...... passed away." I thought I didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?" Listen to mom with a sobbing voice said, "Your grandmother passed away ah!" After saying this, she bawled, I was as if I was out of the body, stiff, motionless, frozen in place, this news like a bolt from the blue heavily knocked me down. I rushed out the door and ran outside in the killing autumn wind, cathartic emotions, I hate the fall took my grandmother's life.

The next day, I followed my parents back to my hometown in the late fall, and when I got out of the car, the autumn wind in my hometown was even more unbearable. I have not been able to care a lot, fast step rushed into the low bungalow. As soon as I entered the door. I saw my grandmother's body in the center of the hall, next to the candle, next to a box full of paper ash, I can no longer control myself, kneeling on the ground, lost voice and cried, tears from the eyes desperately outward surge. In a haze, I seemed to see my grandmother in the light, sewing clothes for me, humming children's songs to put me to sleep. The familiar scenes of the past have completely left me. I want to use my tears to wash away my grandmother's path to another century. I put a piece of thin paper on the flame and watched the paper turn into ashes. My heart was filled with dismay for my grandmother, O my dear grandmother, have you really left me forever? In grandma's cent I vowed to study hard and be successful in my studies!

Another gust of autumn wind flew by, and my thoughts were pulled back from endless thoughts. Another fall has come, and so has the fall of my mind. Can you take my thoughts about my grandmother on the way, where should I go to find my warm haven! Grandma, I'm successful in my studies, can you see? Grandma, I miss you, do you feel it?

Autumn has come and gone!

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Selected Excellent Essays for the 2010 Hebei Provincial Midterm Examination: "The Midterm Examination is Coming"

This essay got 47 points. What this essay has taught me is that it is easier to write about small topics than big events. Although we find a lot of big events happening every day, and there is something to write about every event, such as earthquakes, drought army, floods, World Expo and so on, these topics are so big that they are really not easy to master. In fact, a drop of water can reflect the light of the sun, small subjects are often easier to grasp. A very small thing, the author wrote is so detailed, specific, really touching! We also seem to appear in front of the image of the persistent little snail. This is the beauty of seeing the big in the small! Our text, "A Walk", is also a small thing, but it reveals a big theme. Life is full of small things, let your eyes sharp, let your mind delicate, your words will be vivid, your article will appear depth.

Original article appreciation:

It's dusk, and the dim sunlight spills over the campus windowsill, shrouding me through the window. At the time of the midterm examination, a small me is annoyed at the boring study, leisure time only to see a snail, from the window sill slowly crawling. The mucus secreted behind it witnessed its traces, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for this young life.

I am just like this only small snail, in the study of the road slowly crawling. I know that the abominable stumbling blocks will be more and more, even around the friends are difficult to come to help me. I only have a faith, a faith to overcome everything to meet the midterm.

The snail was crawling along, and the slowness of its action reminded people of the difficulty of moving forward, so I couldn't help but want to help it.

The snail's slow movement is reminiscent of a hard day's work, and I can't help but think that I would like to help him.

Immersed in the sea of questions, want to take a break in the hands of the pen, but hesitant to put down. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.

Think of the two-point-one-line life, the heart can not help but a burst of depression. I only blame myself for being too stupid to know how to copy being homework. Every time when this idea flashed, and finally still and immediately disappeared, yes, I want to be grades is knowledge rather than answers on paper.

The golden-colored sunlight is still enveloping the windowsill. The sunlight is softer, making people more calm. The little snail continues to set off to the roof, I can hardly see the tiny bit, but I know it will reach the roof. Because it too has a persistent faith.

The middle school exams have come and gone, and my future seems clear.

The snail, like me, is constantly struggling.

I am like a snail, working hard for a small dream.

The snail told me that only if I take every step realistically, the future can blossom into a fascinating glory

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The east wind is coming

The east wind is coming, blowing hard, and the clouds in the sky keep changing their forms, look, like birds, like houses, like airplanes, bringing us bursts of joy, so, will spring be far away?

Walking alone beside the frozen river, looking at the sky blown by the autumn wind, recalled what was sealed in the mind of the fragments of memory, slowly spliced, wearing together, into a beautiful and flawless memories.

The winter of that year was extremely cold, with plummeting temperatures that froze the entire small town. The wind blew bitterly, scraping away the hope of the grass, unable to break the ground. A month has passed, the wind is still that mercilessly blowing, no high-rise block, more arrogant. A month passed, and the east wind and light came quickly with the news, the news that spring was coming; another month passed, and spring was like a newly made-up maiden with a surly dance to the long-awaited earth; it drove away the cold winds, and came among us, kissing the plants of the earth awake, melting the hard ice, knocking at the sleepy bears and other animals, and greeting the sky that was full of life again, and then carrying a slightly wet skirts and walked to the little cave to view her masterpiece.

When we also forget the warmth because of the cold, spring, with its flowery, earthy scent, gives you hope.

When we have been numbed by fierce competition, the spring liquid with the love of warm jade will give you new inspiration. When we have been numbed by the beauty of serenity the flavor of wood with the mountain's question will give you a different feeling, because the east wind is coming and spring will follow.

Whether it is the coldest winter or the wildest wind, they will eventually be replaced by the gentle spring like water. And the east wind is just the angel of God, telling us that the spring winds tell us that spring will come and warmth will follow.

The east wind is coming. Can spring be far away?

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Selection of Excellent Compositions for the 2010 Hebei Provincial Midterm Examination Essay, "Here Comes"

Here we recommend two excellent compositions for the 2010 midterm examination in Hebei Province. One is titled "Here Comes the Pressure" and the other is titled "Here Comes the Scent of Tea Flowers". Both essays interpret the essay requirements well. But both were a little short of full marks. According to our understanding, the first essay loses in "showing off", the author's words are a bit flashy, without substantive content. The problem with the second essay is the "point", the essay is about camellias, but in the end it turns to the aroma of camellias, the author's thoughts should be reorganized.

Original article appreciation:

Pressure is coming

Is the wind too sad, blowing the white clouds with tears.

Whether the rain is too grumpy, hit the leaves of the tree is lifeless

Whether the pressure is too heavy, pressured me out of breath ......

The life of the junior high school is too much, every day living in the world of "the classics" and ABCs. In the past, there is no "light Luo small fan puffing fireflies, lying down to see Altair and Vega star" of the light, in the face of parents, teachers' ardent hope, I topped thousands of pressure in one, the pressure "in my body" to "live and work happily". But ......

Pressure came, I'm not afraid, because I understand: the long road of life, I will always meet with pressure. Fish have pressure, in order to cruise in the sea, to withstand the baptism of the waves, there will be a beautiful legend of the fish leap dragon door; eagle has pressure, in order to soar in the blue sky, to withstand the grinding of the wind and frost swords, there will be a powerful and heroic; I have pressure, in order to gallop in the examination room, to withstand the test of the test paper, there will be a brilliant life.

Pressure comes, I am not afraid. Because I know, in the face of pressure, will be out of the sea and collect sails, will not experience the beauty of the sea; in the face of pressure, will climb high and stop, will not see the top of the mountain scenery. In the face of pressure, peep life and cowardly, will not experience the beauty of life.

The pressure came, I do not escape. Because many celebrities in ancient and modern times and I as a companion: Qin Shi Huang because of the threat of the great six countries, only to unify the world. Astronauts because of the world environment and hundreds of millions of people's hope and pressure to fly successfully ......

An apple, so that Newton attracted the world; a pot of boiling water, so that Watt turned the world. I believe that as long as we treat pressure correctly and work hard, then pressure will make us have a different world.

Learning pressure on both sides of the knife edge, honor and disgrace success or failure are also. In the face of pressure, always red desert sand cover the white sun, pull out the sword in the sky and no harm!

The wind is still blowing wildly, hair a little messy, thoughts a little dull. Pressure came, but the footsteps are involuntarily forward ......

Camellia fragrance came

You planted camellia, open, will not be thankful; you teach me the truth, remember, will not be forgotten; and you give me love, came, will not leave. --Title

Grandma died on October 1 last year.

After sending my grandmother away, my sister and I returned to the bedroom where my grandmother had been lying for four years. Four years ago, she was paralyzed in bed and could no longer sit up and talk to me. The tea planted by her hand, half-zero, half-fallen, my sister and I could not help but shed tears.

My grandmother, how are you in heaven?

I still remember the summer night starry night in my hometown. You held my sister in one hand and hugged me in the other, telling me about the cowherd and the weaving woman, and the fragrance of the camellia came in bursts, and I leaned against you in a daze, enjoying a piece of coolness shaken by the bushel fan in your hand.

I remember, you and I walk hand in hand in the green peanut fields, you pick down the flowers of the marjoram, slender willow in your hands to make a thousand variations, the red sunset reflected all the way to the silver bells like laughter.

I remember, I play naughty, do not study well angered you, you raised his hand to hit me, fell to my back but only a light beat. You said with tears in your eyes, "Grandma just ate the pain of not studying!" And then pulled my little hand, want me to study well, and then can not play.

Your love, like the pure white camellia, perfumed my heart.

However, four years ago, you were lying on the bed and called me, I moved step by step to the bedside, and called out "Grandma" why is so shy?

Today, your departure, called me to experience the first parting of my life, five I have shed the once childish and youthful, Grandma, you happy? You are also going to be in heaven, planting your favorite white camellias?

I vaguely feel that I have grown up ......

A fragrance of camellias floated, my tears came again. But this time the tears, but not sadness. Only I know that the scent of camellias is laced with my thoughts of you

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Here comes the lotus leaf

There is a green lotus in the garden of memories, and a pool of red lotuses, emitting a faint fragrance. O mother, I want your heart to be filled with fragrance too, your lotus leaves are coming to me.

When I was a child, you were a lotus leaf, I was a red lotus, it was your care that made me grow up healthily, I remember that math competition, I was full of confidence, but I fell short. After school, my face hung with tears, ran straight to the home, closed the door and cried. At this time, the lotus leaf came, you gently open the door, walked to my side, gently said to me: "children, is not a good test? It's okay, crying can't solve all the problems". Analyze the reasons and find the shortcomings is the most important! In your comfort, I revitalized confidence, continue to work hard, since then, to meet me more is the joy of victory.

Yes, Mother, you are the lotus leaf and I am the red lotus. When I was sad, you came to me and dispersed the dark clouds inside me; when I failed, you came to me and lit the lamp in my heart; when I was hurt, you came to me and soothed my young heart. Mother, besides you, who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky? Mother, you were willing to be my lotus leaf; my daughter has grown up, let me be your lotus leaf too!

Now, I am the lotus leaf and you are the red lotus. When you drag your tired body back home, you will find that you have long been ready for you slippers and hot tea, that hides my concern for you; when you step into the kitchen, you will find in the chair, steaming hot meal is not delicious, but that is my love cooked into; when you walk out of the door, you will find a small smiley face posted on the wall to do your umbrella, so that your world clear sky; when it snows, I will take your hand When it snows, I will hold your hand, so that you can feel the love, feel the warmth, and feel the April day on earth. When I was a child, you always come to me, to the big lotus leaves to take care of the young red lotus; now, mother, your lotus leaves to come that is your beloved daughter is into your world, I want your world is also full of fragrance.

Mother, your lotus leaves are coming to me.

Ten

Summer is coming

Summer is coming, I don't know that the stooped old man under the tree, whether he is still sitting on the green stone board, lighting a cigarette, sitting quietly ......

June sun scorching the earth, even the usual upright willow also powerless to droop the head of high. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The energy in the heat seems to be drained as if I was powerless to get out of the school. Inadvertently looked up and suddenly found the willow tree on the green stone plate, the waist and back of the hunched figure, the old man saw me, as if waking up from a dream in general, suddenly face a smile.

And I frowned at the moment.

"Didn't I tell you? I'm in my third year, I'm not a kid, why are you still picking me up?" I straightened up and left the old man behind.

The old man froze, as if he were a child who had done something wrong, and pushed his broken bicycle in place, not knowing what to do.

"I ...... am not afraid of big noon you go home tired?"

A bead of sweat slid down his cheek.

I couldn't help but look back at the old man's red face. I could only feel the people around me casting curious glances at me, illuminating my heart in an oddly unnatural way.

It was hard to avoid the bustling street, the old man caught up with me from behind, and the only thing that could be done was to shake my head at my persistence.

That old man was my grandfather.

Gradually, I feel tired and weak, the hot sun shines on the hill white light, I licked my dry lips hesitated, or jumped on the back of my grandfather's bike.

On the way, Grandpa greeted his acquaintances warmly, while I buried my head low, uphill, Grandpa rode harder, I just wanted to stop, but Grandpa stopped me, Grandpa bowed his already hunched waist, as if this would save a lot of strength. But I heard a heavy gasp, that gasp is like a stone, smashed into the heart of the vague pain.

Finally arrived home, grandpa's cotton undershirt has long been soaked, put down the bike, grandpa walked into the house alone, from the refrigerator to take out a long time ready green bean soup, handed me.

"Then tomorrow, I won't pick you up." Grandpa pretended to be relaxed, but I could see the loss slipping through his eyes.

"No, Grandpa." My eyes soaked with tears. "I was the one who didn't know better, and you'll come back tomorrow to pick me up, okay?"

Again in the height of summer, I was full of joy out of school, into the old man overflowing with love and care in the watch, in that kind gaze, I saw the unending love, in the four seasons of growing up, such as orchids pride, embedded in every corner of my life.

Eleven

The New Year is here

Is the New Year here?

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The streets are plastered with red reddish lanterns to celebrate the new year. People holding large and small New Year's goods rushed home, I know that the New Year is coming:

Push open the door of my grandma's house, the big red banner hanging in front of the house, my sister screamed around the table, "New Year is coming! New Year is coming!" And grandma patted her sister's head and said, "The New Year hasn't come yet! The New Year will only come when mom and dad come back and have a reunion dinner together." My sister looked at the quartz clock in the family room and smiled, "Mom and Dad will be back soon."

"Help me make dumplings. The New Year is coming." Grandma rushed out of the house with a rolling pin, Grandpa washed the dishes while my sister and I pinched the dough into different shapes and pinched them on the dining table. The family of four talked and laughed as the New Year approached.

The dumplings came out of the pot, and the bubbles kept rolling into the water, the dumplings coming up and sinking down, "Why aren't mom and dad back?" my sister muttered. My sister muttered. A moment later it came. We set the dumplings on the table. My sister took the initiative to move the chairs, holding the legs with her two small hands and walking clumsily. I wanted to reach out and help him, but was deterred by his childish chiding. Turning on the TV, the host was talking about the blessings of the New Year's past, reminding people not to talk about the excitement of New Year's Eve moments.

Sitting around the table, the meal has been made pan-cold, the TV broadcast an old man in the New Year's Eve holiday alone and lonely in the face of a table of dishes to see. Grandma can't help but feel a little lost: "Alas, people nowadays ah have forgotten the old traditions of the old life, the family does not eat a reunion dinner together, how to call the New Year to come? I did not speak, gave birth to some tired return, lowered his head and thought about something."

"Ring ring" the phone rang. My sister jumped up from her seat, "Oh, mom and dad came back! It's New Year's Eve! Mom where have you been, just waiting for you guys to come back." My sister sobbed in her eagerness.

Sample I first told grandma and grandpa to eat first, mom and dad have something to do, I'll treat you to a reunion dinner some other day.

"Doo -" the phone is disconnected, my sister "wow" a cry, the TV countdown to the New Year's bell gradually ringing, "three, two, one! "The gift of flowers in the TV program into snow, cold heart of everyone in this house, the New Year came.

On TV, it's all about the family around the table having a reunion dinner.

The New Year has come and gone, and when will the real New Year come?