Night arrival! After waiting for a long time, I happily took out the kaleidoscope. I am excited with fireworks and lighters, ready to implement my first plan on New Year's Eve-setting off fireworks. The first shot we fired was "an earth-shattering sound". With a loud noise, the sky suddenly became like day, so spectacular! Followed by "Fairy Scattered Flowers", the so-called fairy scattered flowers, as the name implies, must be a beautiful scene. You see, as expected, the fairies have no pity on the world and scattered a basket of flowers in the sky. Those flowers are flying in the air. How beautiful! Suddenly, the sky became a colorful world. My sister and I danced with joy. Then, we released Parachute, Seven Fairies and Flowers Are Wild. ...
My second plan for New Year's Eve, of course, is to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Our family is sitting in front of the TV, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala with great interest. When I was happy, my father's face suddenly darkened. I thought to myself: Dad, what's the matter? I couldn't bear to think much, but my father opened the box at this time: "Now the days are really the days of heaven!" " "Dad suddenly so a word, I am very confused. I quickly asked, "Dad, what day is heaven? "Dad turned down the volume of the TV at this time and said to us," Children, you don't understand! "In the past, we ordinary people were miserable!"
Once, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel this festive and grand festival as I did in the past. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their respective personalities and interests. No matter how various media play up the bombing, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary days, I am much more helpless, tired and heavy. Parents will go, relatives and friends will go, and colleagues will also go when they meet. Matter is always nothing more than eating and drinking. The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy New Year and good luck are uncomfortable, but they have to be repeated over and over again. Shopping, solve riddles on the lanterns, gifts, treat, year after year. People are like a top, which whips them around and doesn't even know where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we have to try our best to make ourselves as excited as children, watching the endless evening party and listening to others' laughter, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and hungry stomach. I'd rather go to bed at ten o'clock, read for a while, or play cards with my friends as usual. I always feel that on this happy day, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite.
Tradition, culture, history and customs are all man-made products and formulated by our ancestors. Our continuous replication, evolution and development from generation to generation make them brilliant, and online publicity makes them soar and mutate. It finally restricts ourselves and violates the basic human nature-people long for freedom and happiness. Spring Festival travel rush can be said to be the clearest mirror, from which everyone can see such a tired and negative face. Even a trace of joy.
Yes, we are old and feel the vicissitudes of the world. This year's Spring Festival is copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart, and the rest may be something that can be called beautiful, but once? There is no place for us there. Is illusory. I have to repeat it when I know it is false, and I have to write articles to coax pedestrians and children.
Can't grow old, I'm afraid there is only childhood innocence.