An essay on the weakening of traditional festival atmosphere

On New Year's Eve, my father had a holiday and my mother had a rest, so I became a bully at home.

I am very happy this day. You can sleep late in the morning, eat the dishes copied by your father at noon and watch the Spring Festival Evening at night. What a happy day! He also boasted that he would watch the Spring Festival Gala all night. After all, bragging is bragging. At night, I can't.

After a morning of "madness", I finally waited for the Spring Festival Gala in the evening. There are my favorite dances, classical music, humorous sketches and funny cross talks in the program. The program really has everything.

Near eleven o'clock, I yawned and dozed for a while, and my eyelids seemed to be attracted by iron. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I was so angry that I didn't know how many programs I watched later. ...

After the performance, I should wash my face. Strangely, I woke up miraculously. I was so excited when I washed my face. When I got to bed, I was full of energy and couldn't sleep for a long time. I think I'm looking forward to the next Spring Festival Gala! I must finish reading it then!