The flavor of the New Year in my heart is the warm fire and the smiles of my family. Returning to my long-lost hometown, I sat down against the warm fire and looked at the jumping flames in the stove. The firelight filled the crowded hut and lit up the smile on everyone's face. The following is the content of my composition for the third grade of junior high school about the taste of the New Year in my heart. Welcome to read!
Composition on the flavor of the New Year in my heart
"Congratulations on your fortune, congratulations on your fortune..." The long-awaited New Year full of joy is approaching, approaching. My heart is like a cat ready to catch a mouse. I can smell it and touch it. The flavor of the New Year is really deep in my heart, and I taste it greedily.
The quiet fragrance of ink and the excitement are the taste in my heart. Shouting, trumpeting, and crowds filled the entire street. My curiosity was deeply attracted by an old man. I got into the crowd and stretched my neck to look over. An old man, a pair of reading glasses lying on the bridge of his nose, a messy black and white beard, swaying in the wind, and the brush was held by his light hand. After a dance, he stroked his beard with his left hand, pushed up his reading glasses, nodded, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and dipped the brush in the inkstone...
Under everyone's laughter and praise In the midst of the noise, the old man wrote the Spring Festival couplet and handed it over to the waiting guests carefully. "Write a few for me too!" Grandpa spoke amidst the praises of the crowd. The old man nodded with a smile and waved the brush again, "Five blessings come to my door to celebrate the New Year..." The pen is powerful, dotted like melon seeds, and bent like a bow. . A quiet fragrance of ink poured into my nose, and this fragrance of ink and the excitement of the people were the flavor of the New Year in my heart.
That mellow woody fragrance and human enthusiasm are also the flavor of the New Year in my heart.
Chop big firewood and make a prosperous fire. The coming year will be prosperous. "Firewood" leads to "wealth". Countryside people have their own habits and customs. During the New Year, you cannot use a knife, let alone chop firewood. Fallen trees represent The family's "money tree" for the coming year has fallen. Therefore, the entire winter’s firewood must be chopped before the Chinese New Year, which is called “new year’s firewood.”
Of course we can’t relax in those days. Although conditions are better now and everyone in the city has air conditioning, people in the countryside are still used to warming themselves by the fire. Big trees fell down one after another with a "beep" sound, and the family was busy. We divided the labor carefully. Grandpa was responsible for sawing the trees, and grandma and mother cut the branches. The simplest work belonged to my uncle and me. I could only choose a slightly smaller one. The firewood was carried to the side of the road to wait for loading. The firewood I carried moved up and down in rhythm with my footsteps. A stream of mellow woody fragrance rushed into my nose, and the natural and long fragrance penetrated deep into my heart.
As I ran back and forth, my steps became heavier. It seemed like millions of ants were gnawing in my legs, destroying my flesh and bones. My shoulders felt like they had been trampled by thousands of troops. The pain was the same, and the fatigue was like a well rope tied up, making it difficult for me to breathe and unable to lift my hands. Although the uphill path is not far away, it twists and turns to form a face, as if mocking my weakness...
"Alas" a strong big hand "took" the firewood on my shoulder. . "Why is a child carrying firewood? Didn't he fall?" "No, my family is chopping firewood for the New Year." I looked at his face with a deep smile and said, "Thank you, uncle, I will do it myself!" He smiled. Walking up the slope, "I'll come!" He exchanged a few words with his mother, and I suddenly felt very warm. This kind of enthusiasm can only be found in the countryside. This honest wood fragrance and human enthusiasm are exactly the flavor of the New Year in my heart.
Counting the days and waiting for the Spring Festival, recalling the fragrance of ink, wood and the lively and enthusiastic human touch between people in the countryside, isn’t this the flavor of the New Year in my heart?
The feeling of the New Year in my heart is getting stronger and stronger! A composition on the taste of the new year in my heart
Add a drop of water and grind it gently; lay out a piece of red paper and cut it carefully. The fragrance of ink spreads quietly in the air. This is the flavor of the New Year in my heart.
Since the year I learned calligraphy, spending the New Year with ink has become a habit. This year is the same. The first thing I saw when I got home was the four treasures of the study that my grandfather had prepared for me. It was as cordial as seeing an old friend after a long absence. Caressing the fine hair of the pen tip is like a long-lost intimacy; caressing the red paper, "rustling, rustling" is like saying "Long time no see." And the fragrance of ink has already penetrated the heart and spleen.
On this day, the sunshine is like golden ink, splashing wantonly on the paper of the earth, so I decided to write the prosperous New Year in the sunshine. After so many years of writing, this was the first time I wrote outdoors, attracting many relatives and friends from the neighbors to watch. Everyone talked to each other, and it was very lively. I took out the brush and dipped it in ink. The nib of the pen is plump. Is that just because of the moist fragrance of the ink? No, it’s not, because of love, because of blessings, because of beautiful and gorgeous longing...
Let’s start with “more than every year.” When I pick up the pen and move it, the fine lines on the tip of the pen are like a flexible little fish. Have fun on the red paper and leave beautiful blessings. Because I didn't grasp the spacing between the characters, the "yu" at the end was extra large than the other characters, which was a mistake, a mistake. But if you think about it carefully, this is also a beautiful meaning, there will be plenty of fish every year. I put it aside with satisfaction and won the admiration of the neighbors. The fiery red paper reflected my face.
Another one is "golden ten thousand taels". People cleverly combine these four words into one. The complex structure contains the simplest blessing.
Since I haven't written for a long time, I have forgotten the structure of the characters, so I have to write based on my feelings. Every vertical stroke, every horizontal stroke, every stroke, every stroke, is like being plated with gold in the embrace of the sun. "A little more," said the uncle on the side. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the case, but Grandpa immediately smiled and said: "A little more is better than a little less." The questions and answers were so clever that the extra gold liang sparkled in the sun.
Finally, the word "福" comes. The word "福" carries too many beautiful wishes. Let the tip of the pen fluctuate on the red paper, whether light or heavy, slow or urgent... I inject beautiful emotions on the red paper: horizontally, like a goldfish, which is the happiness of having more than one year after year; vertically, like bamboo shoots, which is rising step by step. Get joy; leave, like peonies, it is the beauty of wealth and worry-free; hold down, like fruit, it is the joy of abundant harvest... The word "福" is written calmly and implicitly, but it shows joy everywhere.
Pushing the door open, I saw a touch of fiery red on the window lattice, which carried my love and blessings. The fragrance of ink has long been integrated into the blood; the blessings on the red paper are the flavor of the new year in my heart forever. A composition on the taste of the New Year in my heart
"Thunder bang bang...Thunder bang bang..." Accompanied by the deafening sound of firecrackers, the new year has arrived, with endless happiness and beauty. Endless joy...
Red paper, ink fragrance
Add a drop of water and grind gently; lay out a piece of red paper and cut it carefully. In the New Year, I love to accompany myself with ink and write about the prosperity of the New Year. Take out the brush, dip it lightly in ink, and let the pen tip rise and fall on the paper, either lightly or heavily, slowly or quickly. The dots are like fruit, which is the joy of abundant harvests; the horizontal ones are like goldfish, which are the joy of having more than one year after year; the horizontal ones are like peonies, which are the beauty of wealth and worry-free; the vertical ones are like bamboo shoots, which are the joy of rising step by step... ...The word "福" is written in a calm and reserved way, but it shows joy and happiness everywhere.
The fragrance of ink lingers, the red paper shines, sending sincere blessings to loved ones, this is the flavor of a happy new year.
New Year’s goods and gift boxes
We are busy purchasing New Year’s goods. As soon as the supermarket opens, my father's figure will definitely appear on time. My mother, on the other hand, would get up very early and make her gift boxes. Picking up the scissors and cutting carefully, the ingenious mother dressed each small box in colorful clothes. Before the Chinese New Year, parents always send New Year's goods in gift boxes to the elders, and the elders always smile as brightly as flowers. Although the New Year's goods are not very expensive, biscuits, candies and fruits are ordinary, the filial piety of the younger generations is priceless! I saw the mouthpiece on my father's forehead and the band-aid on my mother's injury. I was really worried for them, but their faces were filled with happy smiles.
Walking in a hurry, being busy, conveying filial piety and warmth to the elders, this is the taste of a happy New Year.
Rice cakes and dumplings
My grandma’s craftsmanship is excellent. I like to eat the rice cakes made by my grandma the most. As soon as you open the lid of the pot, the fragrance of the rice cake will fill the room. The rice cakes in the pot are white and clear, and when dipped in sugar, they are sweet but not greasy, fresh and pleasant. Not only rice cakes, but the dumplings made by grandma are also excellent. You see, the thin dough, added with fillings, and then folded and pinched by grandma, turned into a delicate and beautiful dumpling. I always like to quietly watch grandma making dumplings. Grandma's hands are flipping up and down, like a butterfly with open wings flying among the flowers, light and dexterous. The dumplings were wrapped and placed in a small basket. Grandma opened the lid of the pot. The mist was thick and the boiling water was rolling. The dumplings slid from the edge to the bottom of the pot like a slide. They were floating in the water, like a A little white duck is swimming in the water. Pick one up gently, take a bite, immerse it in your mouth, penetrate your heart, and engrave it in your memory.
Flipping with both hands, making delicious food, and giving delicious food to loved ones, this is the taste of a happy New Year.
During the Chinese New Year, my heart is filled with happiness...