Composition on the topic of Chinese New Year and family experience

In this season with little snow and getting warmer, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face. Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed.

As the year approaches, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood fade away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks, dumplings and lucky money, and I no longer expect to grow one year older and gain 1% more knowledge. The Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time, but rather a gateway for people to suddenly realize that age is aging and responsibility is great.

Give a general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year, and write a nostalgic article, which has long since lost its elegance. Like a host, talking about this year's major events, feeling the past and the present, and thinking about the future are just applause to win compliments from the supporters. If I deceive myself, maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in 365 days a year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial speculation into it, which makes it particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, restrain that expectation and agitation, and get some imperceptible satisfaction outside the program of eating, drinking, joking and visiting relatives and friends.

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 then. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their own personality 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 have to go there, relatives and friends have to go there, and colleagues have to go when they meet. The substance is always nothing more than eating and drinking. The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy new year and good luck are uncomfortable but have to be repeated over and over again. Shopping, guessing riddles, giving gifts and treating guests are repeated year after year. People are just like a top, and they are whipped and rotated by it, and they don't even know where the center of gravity is. On such an overwhelming holiday, we have to try to be excited as children, watch the evening party that circulates all night, and listen to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and lustless 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 day when all the people are happy, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite.

Tradition, culture, history and customs were man-made products, which were formulated by our ancestors. We kept copying and reproducing them from generation to generation, and the evolution and development made them brilliant. More online propaganda made them soar and mutate, which finally restricted ourselves and violated the basic human nature-people yearn for freedom and happiness. The Spring Festival can be said to be the clearest mirror from which everyone can see. Even the slightest shadow of joy.

yes, we are getting old and feeling 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. It's illusory. We have to repeat it knowing it's false, and we have to write articles to coax pedestrians and children.

Don't grow old, I'm afraid it's only the innocence of childhood

< < Me and the New Year > >

I spent a very interesting Christmas with all kinds of snowflakes. Listen carefully, the footsteps of the new year are near. Looking forward to the east, just visiting Zhongzheng Shanshan is coming with a bright day. Let's gently recruit him: Hello in the New Year!

In the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow, we have struggled, made progress, succeeded and failed. Our laughter, loss, confusion and confusion have all become wonderful memories. As Pushkin said in his poem: "And the past will be infected with inexplicable acacia." Isn't it?

New Year is the starting point of time, and New Year's Day is the first milestone of time. On this day, we are thinking more about the future. Those businesses that are about to be completed, the upcoming opportunities and bright prospects are looming ahead and beckoning us with mysterious dreams and endless happiness. As a result, our hearts have rekindled confidence and hope, regardless of fatigue and pain, and we have to go through thick and thin without hesitation. The New Year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, "If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" Yes, countless poems and paintings are waiting for us to feel and describe: the morning by the sunny lake, the evening by the path full of petals, the misty rain on the bluestone path in Jiangnan Lane, and the green wheat fields in the spring breeze in the north and the west ........ < P > Yes, although the road ahead is still bumpy and the cold wind is still whistling, for the promise I made to myself in my heart, for the sake of that eternal. Forward ...

Standing on the snow-white starting line of the New Year, towards tomorrow, towards the red sun rising in Ran Ran in the east, let's let go of the white dove in our hearts and sincerely say it with a lily-like mood;

hello in the new year! ! !

Happy New Year > >

In the morning, the weather is fine, with fresh air, bright sunshine, clear sky, white and soft clouds, as pure as washed by water.

Today's fine weather, accompany my grandfather to visit relatives! Hehe, my grandfather came today. Also bring grandma, cousin, menstruation. Of course I'm happy (maybe I'll get a profit, hee hee! ~~）。

"ahahaha, hello grandpa, hello grandma, happy new year!" " As soon as my relatives arrived, I sold my mouth: "Congratulations on making a fortune, the financial resources are rolling in, and the red envelopes will follow!" Hey! "

My grandparents couldn't stand this move and took out red envelopes one after another: "Well, here you are!"

"Thank you, grandparents. You are lucky this year!" With that, I "fled back to my room" and put away my red envelope.

after the reunion dinner, we watched TV in unison. It's 9 o'clock. Dad seems to have forgotten something. He takes out a few things from the room. . .

"Come on, Grandma, Dad, Xiaochao (my cousin), your is money, hehe!" Dad gave money with a smile.

after my relatives slept, I dragged my father to the balcony. . .

"Dad, you seem to have forgotten something. . 。” I asked dad.

"what did I forget? You say it! " Dad is very curious.

"you forgot. . . You forgot. . 。” I'm embarrassed to say it (can you guess what I want to say? ): "Congratulations on getting rich, it's good to bring it!"

"oh, that's it. No, I'm determined, don't take the lucky money this year! " Dad deliberately raised his voice.

"Oh, no, you are rich this year, so you can't bear to part with a little bit?" I said, "All right, all right!" Dad couldn't help it and finally gave in.

the dream Chinese New Year > >

The slogans "Celebrate the Spring Festival" can often be seen in TV advertisements, and it is these slogans that add a joyful atmosphere to the Spring Festival.

Everyone goes shopping before the Spring Festival, buying a new dress, new shoes and so on. And I am no exception. I heard that this means that the new year can be changed and a good luck will come. I think the Spring Festival has both good and bad aspects. Of course, it is good for us. If we have a holiday, it is beneficial to collect it. For cleaners, the new year is a very hard period, and the garbage they have to clean during the Spring Festival has increased a lot. In fact, while we are happy, we should not destroy or throw things. We "don't build our happiness on the suffering of others". Therefore, when we play in public places, we should not throw things about. Only in this way can the cleaners also "celebrate the Spring Festival". The government also specially held a fireworks show for people to "celebrate the Spring Festival". The party was held on the night of the 19th. Many people arrived that night, and people even crowded out of the road. Fireworks began to set off. First of all, in front of our eyes, bundles of colorful fireworks shot into the sky, and then exploded in the air, like beautiful flowers. Then there were more fireworks with various postures when they exploded in the air. People also heard waves of "wow" from time to time during the viewing period. But after the fireworks show ended and people dispersed, the memorial arch (local name) became a "garbage dump", and garbage was everywhere. These cleaners are very busy. They all bend down to pick up rubbish. I saw this scene at that time and thought: those cleaners must be very tired after picking them up. Tomorrow is the first day of the New Year's Day, and it's really painful to be so tired! So let's stop littering, so that the cleaners can also "celebrate the Spring Festival". On New Year's Day, I was very happy to go to Guangzhou with my family. When we came to Guangzhou, Guangzhou gave me the impression that it was a prosperous international city, with many people coming and going on the streets, but they were also relatively disciplined. I say this because they can feel that they throw unwanted things into the trash can, although a small number of people are not very disciplined. However, compared with my home-Zhaoqing, there is a certain gap. Although Zhaoqing has made progress, it can also publicize environmental protection and put forward some rules and regulations on TV, but I think it is still not enough. These rules and regulations have not yet acted on the broad masses of people, and our own environmental awareness is not strong enough, so we must strengthen education, and only strengthening education is the main way to improve people's environmental awareness.

Therefore, we must strengthen the education of environmental awareness, so that we can become civilized people, so that cleaning workers can "celebrate the Spring Festival" and make our home-more beautiful.

Affection

Unforgettable Affection

There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is that little golden goldfish ...

I remember when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year, and my classmates were talking about the beauty of spring blossoms happily, but I didn't think it was good. Because I go to school in the chilly spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After a few classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up to see my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was forty degrees" mother immediately became nervous. I called my class teacher to ask for leave, and then, my mother hastily picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I carefully found that there were beads of sweat on my mother's forehead that rolled straight down. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I was sweating after drinking the medicine. My mother was busy changing towels to wipe my back. She was so busy all noon that I couldn't even eat. I went to sleep again ... I felt my mother carrying me to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I was in the hospital for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see my mother beside me. I recovered from my illness, and I found that my mother's eyes were black and she had a little more silver hair ...

My parents

seemed to write essays about affection from childhood to uppercase, describing mostly mothers' tenderness, kindness and love. We always ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father, consciously or unconsciously.

A father is always reserved in his love for his children. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother, but he just expresses it with actions. After I grew up, I met some people and things, and I began to get to know my father with the idea of becoming rich, and I felt more and more that every father had a passionate heart and gave his children 1% affection, no matter how great pressure they were under.

xiaoqiao and aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

A Qiao is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a complete family. A Zhen's father married a northern woman when he was an educated youth and settled there. My father is a professor at the university, a typical intellectual-gentle and elegant, with no desire for fame and wealth. For this reason, A Zhen often said that her mother was not worthy of her father, and she never concealed her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her for her deep love for her father.

On Wednesdays, when his father visits the school, A Zhen always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting, and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read that if I can receive a silver ring from a boy on my birthday this year, she will be happy forever. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. A Qiao proudly told me and Xiaoqiao that my father bought it with his own private money when he visited friends in Beijing, but my mother didn't know.

at that moment, I was in a trance. I imagined that a middle-aged man might be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his newly married wife 2 years ago, but he would wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter 2 years later and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike wish. I can imagine that A Zhen's father is sitting on the train, except for a ring he is wearing close to his body, and he has no financial resources to buy gifts for others. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even an insignificant sense of loss. This is enough to make Ah Qiao proud, but also to move me.

at this moment, Xiaoqiao just smiled and said, Why is Ah Ying still like a child?

I understand Xiao Qiao's mood when she said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. The sudden death of her mother in Xiaoqiao's junior high school was not a small blow to her, but also an eternal wound in her heart. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone imagined, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the military.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. My father always disciplines Xiao Qiao with the way of running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao according to the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after her mother died, her father didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. This sounds somewhat cruel, but it does help Xiaoqiao to get out of her grief as soon as possible. Xiaoqiao said that she always remembers a sentence that her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time she thinks of her mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiaoqiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father seems to have no plans to continue his marriage. I have read some articles in the newspaper about the stress of middle-aged people. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will actually be a lot of confusion. The pressure of work and the loneliness of the spirit will make people breathless. Besides, his wife died and his daughter lived in school. I don't know how Xiaoqiao's father endured the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter wouldn't be hurt at all.

after listening to their stories, I can't help thinking.