The air in the Spring Festival is cold with warmth, the sunshine is warm, people are warm, and the heart is warm. The new year's goods on the street are dazzling, like walking in a pleasant street. People come and go in the street, seemingly busy, I think, they are also like me, humming a new year's tune, and their hearts are almost alive.
I like fireworks in the Spring Festival best.
It's quite a while before the Spring Festival, so I flipped through my calendar and asked my parents, "Did you buy fireworks? Did you buy the Spring Festival couplets? ..... "If I didn't buy them, I must pull them to the fireworks store, pick the biggest box, and take a bunch of fireworks sticks by the way. This is a simple and pure beauty in my childhood. Spring Festival is a festival of great significance to China people. People slow down from their busy pace, a few relatives and old friends, a table of good food, a chat, a piece of fireworks and a hometown. I am a little excited, nervous and moved during this festival. Unforgettable my favorite. Fireworks, childhood New Year's Eve, I like to lie prone on the window to see whose fireworks are big, and I like to listen to whose firecrackers ring on the night of New Year's Day-I secretly compare them in my heart. My house is the loudest.
I like that year of the rooster, because it is my animal year. Early in the morning, I put on the new clothes I had already prepared and went to pay a New Year call to my elders. My grandparents gave me two big red envelopes. My mother and aunts were busy in the steaming kitchen. The sound of chopping vegetables, the crying of my little nephew, the news broadcast that my grandfather likes to watch, and the laughter of my father playing mahjong with friends and relatives ... merged into the Spring Festival symphony. What a fresh and familiar New Year's Eve. A table of good dishes, representing the best food in the Spring Festival-chicken legs, don't give it to me, give it to my little nephew, this is also the growth of the Spring Festival, isn't it?
after dinner, clusters of fireworks rose in the night sky, like the milky way hanging in the air, flowing endlessly. The general park is crowded with people and sparks. The neighbor's child lit the fireworks stick, and it was a human fireworks. I walked on a comfortable path in the country, holding my father's hand. The windows on both sides of the house were brightly lit, and the light on the top of my head was blooming. The crackling sound was received by the moonlight and came out from the cotton clouds, which was particularly nice. I looked up at the sky, all fireworks, all sparks, all happiness and hard work of thousands of families, all belonging to China people, a simple and extraordinary Spring Festival. The light that stays in your heart can be touched by reaching out; That warm future will always protect us.
Fireworks and fireworks reflect my face and thousands of families, and the Spring Festival is beautiful.