Prose Poems on China New Year

It was just the end of the old year and the beginning of the new year. It has added many different meanings to it, leading to this series of intensive Spring Festival and the annual climax sandwiched between two years. Therefore, famous writers have also written many essays about the Spring Festival. The following are essays by famous Spring Festival writers. Please refer to them. Spring Festival prose masterpiece: Spring Festival, Spring Festival This is a happy festival, and I have been speechless for such a festival for many years. Fireworks are gorgeous in the sky, firecrackers are shining in the distant starry sky. Is it me? Am I blinking? I saw it, I saw the lake in your eyes, rippling with bitterness. Spring Festival. Tens of millions of people miss the belonging of thousands of people. The lights are bright, the spring breeze is warmer, the meaning of spring is warmer, and people's hearts are warmer. The figure walking in the roadway is no longer clear, but whose lingering is this. And I am still the same, sitting alone at the door, looking at the horizon, looking forward to missing. The food on the dining table is delicious, and the hot water for washing feet is cold, so I can't see you or your homesickness. I turned into fireworks, which burned beautifully at the moment when I was reflected by the sunset glow. Burn it, this Spring Festival. I remember you were having a reunion dinner and keeping lucky money, and your clothes were particularly conspicuous, but you couldn't see your innocent smile. Is this spring breeze or a drop of miss, sleeping in the joyful song of this night, unwilling to wake up and change. Everything is dry, everything is relatives, a change of a dream in a thousand years. Spring Festival, endless sighs, this life, this life, this year, this spring. Miss will become eternal, stay in yesterday's memory, stay in your eyes, stay in your heart, stay in your dreams, stay in your thoughts, and it's just a blank. The blank after the celebration is reserved for lonely people, lonely hearts, staying at home, the house is home, and love is home. For many years, the Spring Festival has come like this, a year of joy, a year of suffering, and a year of expectation. At this moment, all unhappiness is unhappy and not beautiful. At this time, the Spring Festival arrived.