The Chinese New Year is really here, among the busy footsteps of pedestrians, among the people carrying objects on their hands and shoulders, among the words of greetings, among the sound of firecrackers that shake the mountains and rivers, and among the packed seats. In the spectacular scene of the New Year's Eve dinner, in the bustling temple fair crowd. It’s really the New Year, no matter how many things you have, you have to put it down, no matter where you live, you have to go home, no matter whether you are high or low, your face is full of spring breeze, no matter adults and children are blessing you constantly, no matter how difficult it is, every family will have a decent New Year. Dinner. The Chinese New Year is the most solemn traditional festival of the Chinese nation. It's the most important thing in everyone's heart. "The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu, and thousands of households always replace old talismans with new peaches." It has a long history, endless life, and the same origin. For the sake of reunion and the return of body and mind.
I remember when I was young, I always looked forward to the Chinese New Year. In those difficult years, every Chinese New Year, we could wear new clothes, eat a meal of dumplings, enjoy a frozen pear, and a few pieces Lucky money for money. On New Year's Eve, we started to make our own lanterns. We planted a candle in a can, tied a rope around the mouth of the bottle, tied a wooden stick, lit the candle, and the lantern lit up. We were carrying the earthen lanterns in our hands. I felt very happy running around the village. As the New Year's bell rings, the whole family will happily pile corn stalks and tree trunks in the yard, and dad will light a bonfire. The majestic flames will illuminate the entire yard, and the two lit kicks will rise into the air with a loud bang. The sound was like thunder, and the lit whip crackled, which was very lively. During New Year’s Eve dinner, my mother would always put five pieces of Gangbeng into dumplings. My mother would tell us five siblings that whoever eats Gangbeng would have good luck in the year. The strange thing is that our siblings can all eat it, but our parents can’t. Later, every time I talked about this, my mother would smile and say, silly boy, let me tell you, each dumpling with a steel bunker hidden in it has a different shape, and there are some hidden ones. When we eat the dumplings, my mother will pick them out. Give it to each of our children. My mother’s wish can only be truly understood when I grow up. Every time I think about it, I feel excited and tears flow down my face. I pity the hearts of parents all over the world.
Nowadays, it is difficult for adults and children to celebrate the Chinese New Year. I feel the material enjoyment of the New Year, and my usual material life is already very rich. The difference is that the children stop studying and play all the time, and the adults stop working and enjoy the joy of rest. On New Year's Eve, the family no longer makes dumplings and just enjoys the delicious food in the restaurant; a variety of TV programs and online programs allow everyone to have what they need and enjoy themselves; similarly, when the New Year's bell rings, The whole family went downstairs to light firecrackers, and suddenly the whole city was filled with the deafening sound of firecrackers. The fireworks went up in colorful colors. The whole city of Beijing was immersed in the sound of fireworks and firecrackers. The high-rise buildings were blurred in the smoke. People's psychological festive atmosphere burned up, and the cheers Laughter conveys harmony and auspiciousness. In the lanterns, in the colorful temple fairs, and in the sound of blessings, the new year is ushered in. Now I am an adult and a father. Every New Year, I have to make a call to my parents in the Northeast, so that the elderly can hear our family's blessings. Especially my daughter's New Year greetings made her grandma burst into tears. How much they look forward to the family reunion.
Standing in the boiling urban forest, amid the sound of burning firecrackers, and among the countless New Year greeting messages received, the wheel of social development is advancing rapidly, and people's aspirations for harmony and happiness are getting stronger and stronger. strong. Let all people enjoy the fruits of social development and let every family be healthy. That is the greatest expectation of parents all over the world. This is everyone's responsibility and a society's responsibility. It feels so good to celebrate the New Year.
Impressions of the Spring Festival
In this snowless and increasingly warm season, the Spring Festival unknowingly buries the ordinary days and rushes towards us. Looking at the newly purchased wall calendar on the wall and counting the days approaching the last Spring Festival of this century, I can’t help but sigh that the years are rushing by and another peaceful and busy year has passed.
As the year draws to a close, the more or less good impressions accumulated during childhood have faded away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks and dumplings, and I no longer look forward to being one year older and more knowledgeable. 10%, rather than saying that the Spring Festival is the happiest time, it is a moment when people suddenly realize that they are getting older and have greater responsibilities.
To express general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write some articles about spring and nostalgia, the elegance has long since disappeared. Like a program host, talking about this year's major events, lamenting the past and present, and thinking about the future is just to win compliments and applause from the audience. I won’t deceive myself or others. Maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day among 365 days in a year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial hype into it, so it seems particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, suppress our expectations and restlessness, and obtain some subtle satisfaction outside of eating, drinking, laughing, and visiting relatives and friends.
In the past, the Spring Festival left me with many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel the same joyful and grand festival as I did then. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps due to their own personalities and interests. No matter how various media exaggerate and bombard me, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. I feel a lot more helpless and a little more nervous than usual. Tired and heavy. You have to go to your parents, you have to go to your relatives and friends, you have to go to meet your colleagues, but the real content is always about eating and drinking. Clichés such as "Congratulations on getting rich," "Happy New Year," and "Good Luck and Good Luck" feel awkward but have to be repeated over and over again. Parading the streets, shopping, guessing riddles, lighting up lamps, giving gifts and entertaining guests year after year endlessly. People are like a top, being whipped around and spinning without knowing where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we still have to force ourselves to be excited as children, watch the night-long party, and listen to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our own sleepy eyes, disappointed mood, and desireless stomach. I would rather eat a simple meal as usual, go to bed at ten o'clock, read a book for a while, or play a round of cards with friends. I always feel that on this day when everyone is happy, I have no interest at all, and I even have a good appetite.
Tradition, culture, history, and customs are originally man-made products. Our ancestors formulated them. We continue to copy and reproduce them from generation to generation, and they evolve and play to make them brilliant, and they are even more popularized by the Internet. Let it soar and mutate, it ultimately restricts ourselves and goes against the basic nature of human beings - people yearn for freedom and happiness. The Spring Festival can be said to be the clearest mirror, in which everyone can see, so tired Is that the negative face you had when you were a child? Even a hint of joy.
Yes, we continue to grow older and continue to experience the vicissitudes of life. This year's Spring Festival will be copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow. Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart. What is left may be something that can be called beautiful, but what about once? There is no place for us there. It is blurred and fictitious. Even though we know it is false, we still repeat it and write articles to coax pedestrians and children.
I can’t grow old, I’m afraid I only have the innocence of childhood
lt;lt;Me and the New Year gt;gt;
Accompanied by the falling snowflakes, I spent the A very interesting Christmas. Listen carefully, the footsteps of the New Year are approaching. Looking eastward, a bright day is approaching in the time tunnel. Let us gently greet him: Hello, New Year!
In the past three hundred and sixty-five days filled with wind, frost, rain, and snow, we have struggled, made progress, succeeded, and failed. Our laughter, loss, confusion and confusion have all become extremely beautiful memories. As Pushkin said in his poem: "And the past will be stained with inexplicable lovesickness." Isn't it?
The New Year is the starting point of time, and New Year’s Day is the first milestone of time. On this day, we are more imagining the future. The tasks that are about to be completed, the upcoming opportunities and bright prospects are vaguely waving to us in front, "tempting" us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness.
As a result, confidence and hope ignited in our hearts. We ignored the fatigue and pain and had to go through hardships without hesitation. The New Year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, "Winter is coming, can spring be far behind?" Yes, there are countless poetic and picturesque feelings waiting for us to feel and describe: the sunny lakeside morning, The petals-covered paths at dusk, the misty rain on the bluestone path in Jiangnan Lane, the vast green wheat fields in the north and Xichun breeze...
Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy, The biting cold wind is still howling, but for the promise we once made to ourselves, for the immortal hope and beautiful longing in our hearts, we still move forward, move forward...
Stand On the snow-white starting line of the New Year, towards tomorrow and towards the rising red sun in the east, let us let go of the white doves in our hearts and say sincerely with the mood of a blooming lily;
Hello New Year! ! !
Lively New Year gt;gt;
In the morning, the weather is very good, fresh air, bright sunshine, clear sky, white and soft clouds, as if washed by water The same pure white.
Today’s nice weather brings my grandpa to visit relatives! Haha, my grandpa is coming today. I also brought my grandma, cousin, and aunt with me. Of course I’m happy (maybe I’ll even receive a red packet, hee hee!~~).
"Ahaha, hello grandpa, hello grandma, Happy New Year!" As soon as the relatives arrived, I said sweetly: "Congratulations on getting rich, the money will come rolling in, and the red envelopes will follow! Hehe!"
Grandpa and grandma couldn't stand my move, so they took out the red envelopes one after another: "Then, here you go!"
"Thank you, grandpa and grandma, you are lucky this year!" As I said, I Just "escape to the room" and put the red envelope away.
After the reunion dinner, we watched TV together. It was 9 o'clock. Dad seemed to have forgotten something and took out a few things from the room. . .
"Come on, grandma, dad, Xiaochao (my cousin), your profit is money, haha!" Dad handed out the money with a smile.
After my relatives went to bed, I pulled my father to the balcony. . .
"Dad, you seem to have forgotten something..." I asked my father.
"What did I forget? Tell me!" Dad was very curious.
"You forgot... You forgot..." I was embarrassed to say it (can you guess what I want to say?): "Congratulations on getting rich, bring me the profit!"
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"Oh, so that's it. No, I'm determined, you won't get any new year's money this year!" Dad raised his voice deliberately.
"Ugh, no, you are a 'money' Cheng Sijin this year, so you can't bear to part with even a little bit?" I said, "Okay, okay!" Dad couldn't help it anymore, and finally agreed. gave in.