The flower season has arrived in spring, passing through the flowers like a horse's hooves, leaving behind a string of beautiful echoes. I open my heart and realize that youth has arrived. Youth came, and at that time I was no longer ignorant of the world, so I put on a gardenia shirt, and the corners of the clothes bloomed slightly in the sun, swinging gently. When youth comes, I feel a little more indifferent as Tao Qian "picks chrysanthemums under the eastern fence", and picks up my clear dreams; when youth comes, I feel like "it is easy to throw people away in the flow of time, red cherries, green Basho. "That is our unique sensitivity and melancholy. When he was frustrated, he actually compared himself to Li Qingzhao's "people are thinner than yellow flowers"; when he was overflowing with pride, he dared to let go of his uninhibited words of "sword sweeps the world and sweeps across the world". Sentimental, bright, and heroic, it indicates that youth is coming gorgeously. Youth is here, and at that time I no longer stepped into the red building and watched Bao Dai's funeral flowers; I no longer admired the Three Kingdoms, and was fascinated by Mr. Zhuge's feather fan and silk scarf. I lay quietly by the window, with a ray of warm sunshine blowing across my face. I read Guo Jingming's "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrive" and felt the pain and sadness of youth; while reading the sadness of Han Han's "Three Gates", I couldn't help feeling sad. I feel that I am also in the dilemma of the triple gate. I know that it is the coming of youth, so I don’t care about the tears shed for those beautiful chapters; I know that it is the coming of youth, so I begin to envy the people in the ten-mile foreign market: Zhang Ailing’s love, Lin Huiyin’s talent; Guan Zilan of leisure. When youth comes, the wind suddenly rises and ruffles a pool of spring water, leaving a small throbbing in my heart. When youth comes, I successfully get rid of my childishness and put on mature floral clothes. I successfully replace my annoying baby voice, and my singing voice is low and steady. When youth came, I thought I was lonely and started to pay attention to Jimmy’s comics. Those mature or calm colors always aroused my excitement. It seemed that overnight, I went from the sunflowers written by Van Gogh to the sunflowers written by Jimmy. little child. Youth is here, and youth brings us countless possibilities. I grabbed the rope of "struggle" and worked hard to climb up. When youth comes, I also open my heart, accept the warmth of spring, and wait for the reincarnation of the four seasons. Youth without hesitation and hard work is incomplete. Are you melancholy? Are your eyes looking firmly into the distance? The same time, the same flower-like dream, don’t reject it, that’s when youth comes. Comment: This is the first full score essay we have seen in the 2010 Hebei Province High School Entrance Examination. One of the reasons why this essay received full marks is that the paper is particularly clear and the author's handwriting is said to be very beautiful - this is something we have emphasized many times that candidates need to pay attention to. The second reason is that the author of the essay has unique insights and understanding of the plot and characters of the book. The third is that the author's use of language is flexible and vivid, and his language skills are solid. The composition is only a few hundred words long, but it touches on Zheng Chouyu's poems, quotes poems by Tao Yuanming, Jiang Jie, Li Qingzhao, and Feng Yansi, touches on Han Han's "Three Gates", Jimmy's comics, Van Gogh's Sunflowers, and also touches on Zhang Ailing, Lin Huiyin and Guan Zilan are related to the classics "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "A Dream of Red Mansions" and so on. And it didn’t show any signs of showing off, so it’s hard to imagine that it would be even easier to get a perfect score. 2. Shanghai: ■ Chen Tianle, Business Administration, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, has always had a blackboard in front of the classroom since he started school. If we use a fast-forward lens to review the days in school, it must be that people are coming and going in front of the blackboard, and the content on the blackboard is full and empty, and empty and full. During this process, the only thing that seemed to remain unchanged was the list of students on duty written in the upper left corner of the blackboard. There is always someone who neatly writes down the three words "birth on duty", followed by several names. It is unknown how the owners of these names are feeling. At least when I was a kid, I hated being a student on duty. When I saw my name being "reluctantly" written on the blackboard, I couldn't help but frown. At that time, I had little strength, so it would always take more than half an hour to be a student on duty. I worked hard, but the teacher always said I was "squeamish", "I must have never done anything at home" and so on. One time it was my turn to be on duty, and I had a day off at noon. After some exchanges with several other on-duty students, I decided to adopt the same approach: if you don’t know, don’t ask, don’t do it, anyway, if you blame me, you won’t be blamed. I happily went home for the holiday at noon. Maybe I was so happy that I forgot my holiday homework at school. On the way back to school, I felt a little uneasy: Could it be that our classroom was the only one still in a mess? I pushed open the classroom door and found our class teacher wiping the blackboard with a rag on his feet. The teacher smiled at me naturally: "I forgot to mention that today's on-duty students have to finish their duties at noon, and everyone probably forgot about it. Anyway, I'm fine, so I just cleaned up after myself." I was stunned for a while, He nodded stupidly, then picked up the broom and cleaned the classroom with the class teacher. While cleaning and chatting, the head teacher, who usually seems quite stern, turned out to be very talkative. She is just a college student who has just graduated. She is not tall and she has to stand on tiptoes to wipe the blackboard. "It's not the first time anyway. It's quite fun to help everyone clean the classroom." The teacher didn't complain about such labor. "And you kids don't usually do housework, so you can't clean it." After that, looking at the bright classroom, I felt a sense of satisfaction in my heart. I carefully climbed onto the chair and wrote the names of the teacher and me under the student on duty in the upper left corner of the blackboard. Three: Hebei Province's 2010 High School Entrance Examination Excellent Composition "I'm Coming" This is an excellent composition for Hebei Province's 2010 High School Entrance Examination. The final score of this essay was 48 points. Reading this composition, it seems that a small stream appears in front of people's eyes. It is running towards its own goal, moving forward bravely, fearing difficulties and obstacles.

This spirit is shocking! This article can get high marks, and the choice of angle is a highlight. The author starts from a specific angle and expresses a spirit, giving people a high-spirited feeling. The angle determines the field of view. Students, sometimes choosing a special angle can make your article novel. Original text appreciation: Life is like a trickle, born in the spring, flowing gently over the years, flowing through the twists and turns of the mountain road, and eventually flowing into the sea, rising into brilliant waves. I am the river that keeps flowing, struggling forward among the narrow banks. The long and narrow river is so crowded that I can't breathe, and the sand in the water is destroying my body, but I will not give up, I will work hard for my goal! After enduring countless pains, I suddenly felt relaxed. When I opened my eyes, the bright sunshine warmed me, and the open world around me brightened my eyes. I finally turned from a small stream into a small river. The clear river water was glowing with sparkling light and continued to flow forward in the breeze. I thought silently in my heart: "Ocean, I am here." I am the one that keeps flowing. The river flows rapidly through the abrupt rocks. The rocks beside me stand out with sharp angles. I was suddenly frightened and my steps forward slowed down. Am I going to stop moving forward? Can't! I regained my courage and rushed towards the sharp rock. I let them cut my body, let the water splash on them and broke them into little bubbles, I would not give in! In an instant, everything became quiet, and those rocks were left behind. What greeted me in front of me were clusters of bright wildflowers and clumps of green grass. The refreshing fragrance of flowers wafted around, pleasing my sense of smell. I muttered in my heart: "Sea, here I come." I am the river that has been flowing, moving forward bravely in the winding valley. One bend after another, my body twisted around in the twists and turns of the canyon, sometimes hitting the hard bank, sometimes hitting the blocking trees. After experiencing so many setbacks and difficulties, I am no longer cowardly. Now I am full of strength and fighting spirit! I overcame all difficulties and obstacles. There was a huge rock in front of me. I didn't even think about it and rushed forward desperately! I experienced the feeling of leaping in the air, followed by the sound of falling water. I took a closer look: Ah! What a vast world! Sea water, blue sky, white clouds, everything is so beautiful! Gray seagulls circled and danced above my head, as if to celebrate my success. Looking at the blue water, I suddenly rolled up a huge wave and shouted: "Sea, I am finally here!" How can you see the eagle flying in the vast rainbow sky in the wind and rain? It must have experienced the pain of the mother eagle falling off the cliff countless times before tempering a pair of soaring wings. An extremely bright pearl must have experienced countless squirming movements of the clam's body and polishing by countless wind and waves before it can shine brightly. Similarly, a truly accomplished person must have stood up again after falling down countless times, because "How can you see a rainbow without going through wind and rain? No one can succeed casually." Shi Tiesheng fell and lost his legs. This is a heavy blow to anyone. But he did not lose confidence in life because of this, but used his brain and hands to express his infinite love for life. Beethoven was blind and deaf, but he still wrote a large number of musical works such as "Hero" and "Destiny". In the misfortune of life, he tenaciously held "the throat of fate". These are all people who have fallen before, but they all stood up strong, fought against fate and misfortune, and finally achieved great success. So for each of us, wrestling is not scary. What is scary is that you lose confidence and courage in life. Bing Xin said: "The flower of success, people only marvel at its current beauty! However, its buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice." Therefore, each of us cannot face misfortune. We are unable to recover after a fall, because we are all likely to hold on to any chain of life after changing our mentality. Just like the boy in the painting after wrestling, when faced with inquiries from teachers, parents, and all aspects of society, we should boldly say: "It's not a big deal." Because life is our own, and our destiny is in our own hands. In our hands, our mentality and our choices determine the direction of life. Setbacks are a fortune in life and a good medicine for your success. How can a flower that has not experienced wind and rain be beautiful? How can a life without experiencing hardships shine with dazzling brilliance? Just like Hong Zhanhui, a figure who moved China in 2005, said: Difficulties are our responsibility to face them and solve them. As a new generation of young people, we should understand that wrestling is not terrible, just as we always have the courage to sing this song: How can we see the rainbow without going through wind and rain? No one can succeed casually! I want to say, how can a person grow up without experiencing falling and standing up again and again? Wrestling is also a kind of happiness, and the wind and rain are the precursor of the rainbow after the rain! When autumn comes in May, I sit in front of the window and look up at the sky. The wild geese are flapping their wings and flying south to find a warm harbor. A gust of autumn wind blew through me and I felt a little chilly. A leaf from nowhere fell into my hands, and I sighed: Ah! Another spring has come, and when I looked at this leaf carefully, I seemed to see my grandma's kind face on it. It was also an autumn, and the autumn wind was bleak, whizzing past the fallen leaves, giving people a chilling feeling. I was walking on the road home, looking at the desolate scenery, I felt an inexplicable uneasiness in my heart, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace. When I got home, the first thing I saw was the sad faces of my parents. I wanted to ask what was wrong, but I didn't have the courage to ask.

After a deathly silence, my father said in a serious tone: "Your grandma... passed away." I thought I didn't hear clearly and asked, "What?" I heard my mother say in a tearful voice, "Your grandma passed away!" After saying that, I burst into tears. It was like my soul was out of my body, stiff and motionless. I stood there stunned, this news hit me hard like a bolt from the blue. I rushed out the door and ran in the chilling autumn wind outside to vent my emotions. I hated the autumn for taking my grandma's life. The next day, I followed my parents back to my hometown in late autumn. When I got out of the car, the autumn wind in my hometown was even more unbearable. I couldn't care less and quickly rushed into the low bungalow. Once inside. I then saw my grandma’s body placed in the middle of the hall, with candles lit next to it and a box filled with paper ash. I couldn’t control myself anymore, and knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably, with tears pouring from my eyes. Outflow. In the haziness, I seemed to see my grandma sewing clothes for me under the light, humming children's songs to coax me to sleep. The scenes that were so familiar in the past have completely left me. I want to wash my grandma's path to another century with my tears. I put a piece of tissue paper over the flame and watch it turn to ashes. My heart is full of reluctance for my grandma. My dear grandma, have you really left me forever? In grandma's cent, I vowed to study hard and succeed in my studies! Another gust of autumn wind flew by, and my thoughts were pulled back from the endless thoughts. Another autumn has come, and so has the autumn of my soul. O wild geese flying southward! Can you take me along the way to miss my grandma? Where should I go to find my warm haven? Grandma, I have succeeded in my studies, can you see it? Grandma, do you feel how much I miss you? Autumn is here and grandma is gone! 6. Selection of outstanding compositions for the 2010 Hebei Province High School Entrance Examination: "The High School Entrance Examination is Coming". This essay scored 47 points. The inspiration this essay brings to me is that it is easier to write wonderfully about small subjects than about big events. Although we find that many major events happen every day, and each event has something to write about, such as earthquakes, droughts, floods, World Expo, etc., these topics are too big to be mastered. In fact, a drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun, and small subjects are often easier to grasp. It's a very small thing, but the author wrote it in such a detailed, specific, and truly touching way! The image of that persistent little snail seemed to appear in front of us. This is the beauty of seeing the big from the small! Taking a walk to our text is also a small thing, but it reveals a big theme. Little things in life are everywhere. Keep your eyes sharp and your mind delicate. Your words will become vivid and your articles will have depth. Original text appreciation: It is already dusk, and the dim sunlight shines on the windowsill of the campus, shrouding my body through the window. As the high school entrance examination was approaching, I was worried about the boring study. In my spare time, I only saw a snail crawling slowly on the window sill. The mucus secreted behind it witnessed its traces, and I couldn't help but feel a little admiration for this young life. I am just like a small snail, crawling slowly on the road of learning. I know that there will be more and more annoying stumbling blocks, and it will be difficult for even the friends around me to help me. I only have one belief, one belief to overcome everything to face the high school entrance examination. The snail man was crawling, and its slowness reminded people of the difficulty of moving forward. I couldn't help but want to help it. But this idea was rejected as soon as it appeared. Yes, what is the meaning of success without hardship? I was immersed in the sea of ??topics and wanted to rest the pen in my hand, but I refused to put it down. In my spare time, I think about the mountain of homework. Thinking of life between two o'clock and one line, I couldn't help feeling depressed. I only blame myself for being too stupid and not knowing how to copy someone else's work. Every time this thought flashes through my mind, it disappears immediately. Yes, what I want is that the results are knowledge rather than answers on paper. The golden sunlight still shrouded the window sill. The sunlight is softer and more calming. The little snail continued towards the roof. I could barely see the tiny spot, but I knew it would reach the roof. Because it also has a persistent belief. The high school entrance examination has arrived, and my future seems to be bright. A snail like me keeps struggling. Like a snail, I keep working hard for my little dream. The high school entrance examination is here, and the snail told me that only by taking every step down-to-earth can the future bloom with charming brilliance. The east wind is coming. The east wind is coming, blowing hard, and the clouds in the sky are constantly changing their shapes. Look, they look like birds. , like a house, like an airplane, it brings us bursts of joy. Then, can spring be far behind? ——Inscription: The east wind is coming, the wind chimes in front of the window are tinkling, and the door is creaking. Winter is mostly over, and spring is no longer far away. Walking alone by the frozen river, looking at the sky blown by the autumn wind, I recalled something. They were the fragments of memories sealed in my mind. They were slowly spliced ??together and threaded together to become a beautiful and flawless memory. . The winter that year was extremely cold, and the sudden drop in temperature froze the entire town. The wind was blowing fiercely, blowing away the hope of the grass, unable to break through the ground. A month has passed, and the wind is still blowing mercilessly. Without the obstruction of tall buildings, it is even more arrogant.

One month has passed, and Dong Fengguang hastened to bring news, the news that spring is coming; another month has passed, and spring is like a girl with newly made up dancing steps to the long-awaited earth, it drives away He kissed the cold wind, walked among us, kissed the plants on the ground, melted the hard ice, knocked the sleepy bears and other animals, greeted the sky that was full of life again, and then picked up the slightly wet skirt again Go to the small cave and admire your masterpiece. When we forget warmth because of the cold feeling, spring with the fragrance of flowers and earthy smell will give you hope. When we have become numb due to fierce competition, the spring fluid of warm jade love will give you new inspiration. When we take in the tranquil beauty, the smell of wood on the mountain will give you a different feeling, because when the east wind comes, spring will follow. Whether it is an extremely cold winter or an extremely wild wind, they will eventually be replaced by a gentle spring. The east wind is the angel of God, telling us that spring is coming and warmth is coming. The east wind is coming. Can spring be far behind? 8. Selections of Excellent Compositions from the 2010 Hebei Province High School Entrance Examination Essay "—Coming" Here we recommend two excellent compositions from the 2010 Hebei Province High School Entrance Examination. One is called "The Pressure is Coming" and the other is called "The Smell of Camellia is Coming". Both essays explain the composition requirements well. But it's a little short of a perfect score. According to our understanding, the first essay failed in "show off". The author's words were a bit flashy and had no substantive connotation. The problem with the second essay lies in the "topic". The essay is about camellia, but in the end it turns to the fragrance of camellia. The author's thoughts should be reorganized. Original text appreciation: When the pressure comes, is the wind too sad, blowing the white clouds with tears? Whether the raindrops were too violent, beating the leaves lifeless, or whether the pressure was too heavy, making me breathless... The life in the third grade of junior high school was too heavy. I lived in the world of "Zhi Hu Zhe Ye" and ABC every day. There was no "Qing Luo Xiao Fan" in the past. "Flapping fireflies, lying down to watch Altair and Vega", facing the ardent hopes of my parents and teachers, I endured countless pressures, and "the pressure" was on me to "live and work in peace and contentment". But... when the pressure comes, I am not afraid. Because I understand: in the long journey of life, I will always encounter pressure. Only when fish are under pressure can they swim in the sea, and only when they can withstand the baptism of the stormy waves can they have the beautiful legend of fish leaping over the dragon's gate; only when eagles are under pressure can they soar in the blue sky. Only when I have withstood the hardships of the wind and frost can I have the courage to be all-powerful; only when I am under pressure can I gallop in the examination room, and only when I can withstand the test of the test paper can I have a brilliant life. I am not afraid of the pressure. If you are about to go out to sea and furl your sails in the face of pressure, you will not be able to appreciate the magnificence of the sea; if you are about to climb high and stop in the face of pressure, you will not be able to see the mountain scenery. If you are cowardly in the face of pressure, you will not be able to appreciate life. The beauty of life. When the pressure comes, I will not escape because many celebrities at home and abroad are with me: Qin Shihuang unified the world because of the threats of the six countries. The astronauts had the hope and pressure of hundreds of millions of people. Just fly to success... An apple made Newton attract the world; a pot of boiling water made Watt turn the world. I believe that as long as we treat pressure correctly and work hard, then pressure will make us have a different world. Pressure cuts both ways, success or failure. In the face of pressure, the desert is always covered by flying sand, so why not draw your sword in the sky? The wind is still blowing wildly, your hair is a little messy, and your thoughts are a little sluggish. But the footsteps are moving forward involuntarily... The camellia scent you planted will not fade away when it blooms; the principles you taught me will never be forgotten if I remember them; and the love you gave me, Once you come, you won’t leave. ——Grandma passed away on October 1st last year. After sending her away, my sister and I returned to the bedroom where she had been lying on the bed for four years. She couldn't sit up and talk to me. The camellias she planted were half in pieces, and my sister and I couldn't help but shed tears. My grandma, are you in heaven? Do you still remember that the stars in your hometown are shining brightly? Small courtyard. You held my sister in one hand and me in the other, talking about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. The fragrance of camellia came in waves. I leaned against you in a daze, enjoying the coolness of the cattail leaf in your hand. I still remember you and me. Walking hand in hand in the green peanut field, you picked the blossoming orchid flowers, and the slender wickers were woven into ever-changing shapes in your hands. The fiery red sunset reflected my laughter like silver bells along the way. You still remember that I was playful and naughty. , Not studying hard made you angry, and you raised your hand to hit me, but what fell on my back was just a gentle slap. You said with tears: "Grandma just suffered from not studying!" "Then he took my little hand and asked me to study hard and stop being playful. Your love, like pure white camellia, fragrant my heart. However, four years ago, you called me while lying on the bed, and I walked step by step. Why did you move to the bedside and call me "Grandma" so awkwardly? Your departure today made me experience the first separation of life and death in my life. I have lost my former naivety and youthfulness. Grandma, you Are you happy? Do you want to plant your beloved white camellias in heaven? I feel like I have grown up... The fragrance of camellias comes, and my tears come again. It’s not sadness. Only I know that the fragrance of camellia is mixed with my thoughts about you. There are nine lotus leaves in the memory garden. There is a green lotus and a pond of red lotus, exuding a faint fragrance. Mother, I want to let you. My heart is filled with fragrance, and your lotus leaf is coming to me. When I was a child, you were the lotus leaf and I was the red lotus. It was your care that made me grow up healthily. I remember that math competition, but I was originally full of confidence. His name fell from Sun Mountain.

After school, with tears on my face, I ran straight home, closed the door and burst into tears. At this time, Lotus Leaf came, you opened the door gently, walked to me, and said to me gently: "My child, did you fail the exam? It doesn't matter, crying can't solve all problems." Analyzing the reasons and finding the deficiencies is the most important thing! With your comfort, I regained my confidence and continued to work hard. From then on, I was greeted by 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 dispelled the dark clouds in my heart; when I failed, you came to me and lit the light in my heart; when I was hurt, you came to me and comforted my young self. mind. Mother, besides you, who is my shelter under the unobstructed sky? Mother, you are willing to be my lotus leaf; my daughter has grown up, let me also be your lotus leaf! Now, I am Lotus Leaf and you are Honglian. When you drag your tired body home, you will find slippers and hot tea already prepared for you, which hides my concern for you; when you step into the kitchen, you will find steaming meals on the chair. Although it is not delicious, it is cooked with my love; when you walk out of the house, you will find a small smiling face on the wall as your umbrella, making your world clear and clear; when it snows, I will hold your hand and let you feel the love, warmth and April in the world. When I was a child, you always came to me and protected the young red lotus on the big lotus leaf; now, mother, your lotus leaf is here. It is your beloved daughter who is walking into your world. I want your world. Also fragrant. Mother, your lotus leaf is coming to me. Summer is here. Summer is here. I wonder if the rickety old man under the tree is still sitting on the bluestone, lighting a cigarette and sitting quietly... The scorching sun in June is scorching the earth. Willow also hung its high head feebly. My energy seemed to be drained out in the heat, and I walked out of the school feebly. Inadvertently, I looked up and suddenly found the hunched figure on the bluestone under the willow tree. When the old man saw me, he seemed to wake up from a dream, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. But I frowned at this moment. "Didn't I tell you? I'm already in the third grade of junior high school, and I'm not a kid. Why did you come to pick me up?" I left the old man behind. The old man was stunned, like a child who had done something wrong, pushing the old bicycle at a loss. "I...amn't I afraid that you will be exhausted when you go home at noon?" A drop of sweat slid down his cheek. I couldn't help but look back at the old man's red face. I just felt the curious eyes of people around me, which made me feel unnatural. After finally escaping from the busy street, the old man caught up with me from behind and could only shake his head at my stubbornness. That old man is my grandfather. Gradually, I felt tired and weak, and the hills under the scorching sun glowed with white light. I licked my dry lips and hesitated before jumping on the back seat of my grandfather's bicycle. On the way, grandpa greeted acquaintances enthusiastically, but I buried my head low. As we went uphill, grandpa rode harder. I just wanted to stop, but grandpa stopped me. Grandpa arched his already rickety waist, as if This seems to save a lot of effort. But I heard heavy breathing, and the breathing was like stones, hitting my heart with a faint pain. I finally arrived home. My grandfather’s cotton vest was already soaked. After putting down his bicycle, my grandfather walked into the house alone, took out the mung bean soup that had been prepared from the refrigerator, and handed it to me. "Then I won't pick you up tomorrow." Grandpa pretended to be relaxed, but I saw the loss slipping through his eyes. "No, Grandpa." My eyes were filled with tears. "It's because I'm ignorant. Can you come pick me up tomorrow?" It's midsummer again. I walked out of the school gate with joy and walked into the old man's caring guard. In his kind eyes, I saw the endless scenery. The absolute love, in the four seasons of growth, is embedded in every corner of my life like an orchid in the sun. The Chinese New Year has come. Has the New Year come? --- The red lanterns on the streets express the joy of the new year. People rushed home with large and small New Year's goods. I knew the New Year was coming: I pushed open the door of my grandma's house, and a red banner was hung in front of the house. My sister gathered around the table and shouted: "The New Year is coming! The New Year is coming. "And grandma patted her sister on the head and said, "New Year's Day hasn't come yet! We'll have to have a reunion dinner together when our parents come back." My sister looked at the quartz clock in the living room and smiled: "Dad. Mom will be back soon. "Hurry and help me make dumplings. New Year is coming." Grandma rushed out of the house with a rolling pin. Grandpa was washing vegetables while my sister and I kneaded the dough into different shapes. Pinch on the dining table. The family of four talked and laughed, saying that the New Year is coming. When the dumplings were put out of the pot, the bubbles kept rolling to the surface of the water. The dumplings flipped up and sank again. "Why don't mom and dad come back?" my sister muttered. It will come in a moment. We put the dumplings on the table. My sister took the initiative to move the chair, holding the legs of the chair with her two little hands, and walked around awkwardly. I wanted to reach out to help him, but was scared off by his childish scolding. Turn on the TV, and the host is telling New Year's blessings from the past, reminding people not to talk about the excitement of New Year's Eve. Sitting around the dining table, the food was already cold, and the TV showed an old man watching a table of dishes alone during the New Year holiday. Grandma couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "Oh, people nowadays have forgotten the traditions of the old generation. If the whole family doesn't have a reunion dinner together, how can we call it New Year?" I didn't say anything. I came back a little tired and lowered my head. What were you thinking about?" "Ring, ring," the phone rang.

My sister jumped up from her seat, "Oh, Mom and Dad are back! It's New Year! Mom, where have you been? I'm waiting for you to come back." My sister was sobbing eagerly. I'll tell my grandma and grandpa to eat first. If my parents have something to do, I'll treat you to a reunion dinner another day. "Beep -" the phone was disconnected, and my sister cried "Wow". The New Year's countdown bell on the TV gradually rang, and the "3, 2, 1" fireworks turned into snowflakes on the TV screen, chilling everyone in the room. A person's heart, the new year is here. On TV, the whole family gathers around the table to have a reunion dinner.

The New Year has come and everyone has left. When will the real New Year arrive?