Nanning Elementary School Grade Three Composition Zhuangxiang March 3rd

Lead: The following is an essay on "March 3rd of Zhuang Nationality" compiled by Bian Xiao. Welcome to reading, let us feel the happiness and charm of the Zhuang nationality on March 3 in reading.

Article 1: March 3 of Zhuang nationality

The annual March 3rd has arrived. March 3rd is a traditional grand festival of Zhuang nationality. On this day, every household will kill chickens and sheep, steam glutinous rice and boil eggs.

On the morning of March 3, just before dawn, my mother had poured the steamed five-color glutinous rice into a big round basin, which was as hot as a flowerpot. I ate a few mouthfuls of glutinous rice and went to my mother's side to help her choose eggs and boil them. Mother said, "When you cook eggs, don't burn them too hard, lest they crack in the pot." . When the water boils, you turn the eggs up and down with chopsticks to make them heated evenly, and the eggs will be safe in the pot. "Mom said, and to think about other things. I cooked the eggs according to my mother's instructions and painted them in colorful colors. They are packed in a bamboo basket, just like a basket of colorful shells.

Do you know that the egg-touching competition on March 3 is the greatest fun for children? My sister and I picked some sharp and big eggs and ran to the entrance of the village to find a partner to have an egg-touching war.

The village partners also came to the village entrance. Some of us put eggs in our pockets and walk slowly, for fear that the eggs will "fight" in their pockets; Some put eggs in wool net bags and hang them on their chests; Some people came running excitedly, each holding an egg. When the egg touching began, the village entrance immediately became lively, and the friends gathered in groups of three to five to touch the eggs. "pa!" An egg was broken and the crowd burst into laughter. My sister and I took four eggs and four duck eggs and bumped into our friends. As a result, we won three and lost five. We peeled off the broken eggs one by one and ate them. Little friends are also peeling eggs. You look at me, I look at you, and then wipe the eggs on your lips with hands painted in various colors and smile.

When we got home, I saw my mother put bowls of steaming fish, meat and vegetables on a table. At this time, my father smiled and brought a few bottles of good wine, and drank it with invited relatives and friends. A table of people ate and drank happily, and laughter echoed in the room.

Chapter two: March 3 of Zhuang nationality.

On March 3rd, the festival of Zhuang people, Wu Ming should be the most lively. Thousand people bamboo dance, thousand people martial arts, thousand people square dance. Bullfighting. Outside the window, the sky is still hazy, and the horizon is wrapped in layers of thin silk clothes. I think of a clear cock crow in the sky, which broke the silence of Wu Ming and ushered in the beginning of March 3. I haven't woken up in a daze's sleep, so I have a passion for welcoming March 3.

Around ten o'clock, there was a trace of colorful clouds on the horizon, and we came to the main venue with a happy mood. What we see are bustling streets and busy vendors. At first glance, a sea of people. Everyone wears his own clothes, and the colors are colorful, forming a colorful world, just like a rainbow. Men and women, old and young, all kinds, filled the whole street. A gust of wind blew, and different smells came to the nose. Close your eyes gently and you will see delicious pictures, such as kebabs, grilled squid, roast chicken and stinky tofu. Everything, it's delicious in the world and delicious in the world. Walking at this brisk pace, with a happy mood, walking into the world of food and smelling different flavors is like walking into the world of food.

It was getting dark slowly, and the wind blew like a naughty elf after touching a thick layer of dark clouds. As time went on, when the concert began, there was a hazy drizzle in the sky, wisps, strips and waves. Covering the whole world, our enthusiasm has not been erased, we don't care much, but. God is so heartless, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and water droplets like beans are scattered into the earth one after another. Ruthless rain, heartless time and heartless world pushed us into the tent, but there was no choice. I sighed lightly. I looked at the rain with disappointed eyes, and I didn't know what it was like.

Time waits for no one, it has been raining for a long time, and everything has passed. Thousands of bamboo dances and thousands of square dances are gone. Alas ~ helpless, we went home with regret. The wind blew regretfully, and everything seemed a little sad.

Chapter three: March 3 of Zhuang nationality.

Although there are still two days before the China Zhuang traditional festival "March 3rd", the territory of Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region has entered a carnival state-people all over the country are busy enjoying all kinds of folk activities, including singing folk songs, throwing hydrangeas, going to the Daoshan Mountain and offering sacrifices to ancestors.

Celebrations began around April 17, and one was in Nanning.