I am urgently looking for a 600-word composition "The Taste of "New Year""! 600 word essay!

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What I looked forward to most when I was a child was the Chinese New Year.

Whenever I enter the twelfth lunar month, I will always stand in front of the calendar from time to time, carefully and patiently counting how many days there are until thirty. How many days are left until the Chinese New Year? Because that means I will have new clothes to wear during the New Year, I can be honest and not do my homework, and I can sleep peacefully until dawn.

The closer the New Year is, the more festive the village becomes. Every household will be cleaned dryly and quietly, and the older mothers-in-law will gather together in groups of three or five, put a small table covered with red paper, chat and chat, each one vividly alive The paper-cuts appear on the paper under the sharp scissors. Window grilles, small animals, the zodiac sign of the year, etc. Pick up one and look at the sun, and the paper-cut pattern will immediately be projected on the wall behind you. The bright red color is like the red face of a child, cool but warm at the same time. Just imagine the red window grilles on the window, and you will laugh happily.

In rural areas, people only eat meat during the Chinese New Year, and the meat at that time is also the most delicious.

In my hazy memory, pigs in the village were killed in the square where the brigade was concentrated. A big pot is set up, and a prestigious master in the village cooks it. When a family wants to kill a pig, they will put the tied pig in a place and ask the master to kill it. The master will wait aside with pots of various sizes. With. I was timid at that time, so I was led by my uncle's brother, who hid behind me and watched secretly, watching the bubbling blood flow like running water into the next basin, exuding bursts of bloody smell. . I still can't figure out how the big pig turned into a balloon. What I was interested in at that time was to wait for the adults to pluck out the unwanted pig's trotter horns and make them into small oil lamps with my friends. Running all over the village, the small oil lamps were like twinkling stars in the quiet dark night of the countryside, and like clusters of flames, lighting up the little heart, It also warmed that little heart.

When you are tired from playing and get hungry, you realize that it is already midnight. At this time, the aroma of cooking meat will waft from every house in the village. The aroma is still unforgettable when I think about it. He didn't have time to wash up and fell asleep. In my sleep, I felt like someone was pulling me up, and waves of fragrance went straight into my heart and lungs. In my sleepy eyes, I placed the steaming meat bones next to the pillow, just nestled in the bed, dipped in a little vinegar and garlic juice, wow, Suddenly you will wake up from the dream. Burping and eating with a mouth full of oil, I feel like I'll wake up laughing even if I close my eyes.

At that time, I would think, how wonderful it would be if it was Chinese New Year every day!

As I grow older, my desire to celebrate the New Year becomes smaller and smaller.

As the pace of life gets faster and faster, the feeling of celebrating the New Year is getting worse and worse, even hating, hating, and helpless. Limited wages can never catch up with unlimited prices. Every year at the end of the year, I always feel like I'm at war. Every time I go out on the street, I'm afraid I'll run into a friend who suddenly says, 'I've moved to a new house, come and sit down! ’ ‘You have another baby, and someone is paying you New Year’s greetings during the Chinese New Year. You can’t be an aunt for nothing! ’ With a smile on my face, I squeezed out a few false words of congratulations through my teeth. At that time, it felt like being slapped hard on the back by a small whip. It hurt!

Holding the colorful pieces of paper, removing this and that, I found in the end that the remaining pieces were not enough for my own use. The shoes and clothes that I have known for a long time, let’s put them all aside! When I was a kid, I was busy with the New Year, but now I am in a shortage. At this time, celebrating the New Year has become a burden.

The supermarkets on the street are full of bustling crowds, and there are more people buying things than selling things. Walking in it, you can't feel the feeling of celebrating the New Year in childhood. Only the colorful flags and festive red colors hanging in the supermarket give people a little bit of the feeling of celebrating the New Year. Although there are not so many lively places during the hours, the Chinese New Year flavor is hard to forget.

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In the blink of an eye, it’s already the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, and in ten days it will be New Year’s Eve, which is New Year’s Eve

I don’t know why, I Our hometown always calls this day so straightforwardly - New Year's Eve

But this does not affect my feelings about this day at all

I remember when I was a child, starting from the holiday , I kneel on the stool every day, flipping through the calendar cards and counting the days

Since the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, the family has been busy, cleaning the house, stewing meat, putting up New Year pictures, and steaming bean buns. .

What I like is to go to the market with adults and buy new clothes, firecrackers, New Year pictures, candies, melon seeds and the like. . .

The New Year’s Eve fairs are always the busiest, with so many people that you can’t even squeeze in.

Every New Year’s Eve, I have had many experiences where I can be a follower and go to the market.

Because my mother said, there are too many people, don’t get lost. .

I have no choice but to take the opportunity to offer various conditions, and my parents will agree to give up only if they agree

Sometimes, I will even make a small order, but my parents rarely fulfill it. , woo woo. . .

What my parents buy the most are candied haws and sesame candies

Although it does not meet my requirements, it is good to have unexpected gains

The foundation for the year Next, one day, my mother will find a sunny day, move all the things out of the room, find a big stick and tie it to a broom, and sweep every corner of the room

The feeling of this day It is always so sacred and beautiful, and the cool air is mixed with the smell of dust. I don’t feel dirty at that time, so I am just happy and excited.

Every year before the New Year, the family will make oil. , that is, refining fat meat into oil, and the leftover ziplock after refining the oil can be eaten directly, or wrapped in dumplings or steamed buns

Pour the refined oil into a small jar while it is hot , when it cools, it turns into a white paste. Every time, I use a small spoon to eat it a little bit.

I remember that there was nothing to eat at that time, and some children always liked to make stick dough pancakes. Cut it in the middle and smear it with oil. I heard it smells great

I never eat it. I always smear it with sesame oil and sprinkle salt or add sugar. It tastes great

Uh. . While talking, I got off topic. .

The strong and pungent smell of refining oil (it is pungent to me) is a kind of torture for me, and I cannot escape it every year

So, every time this day comes, I will hide far away

This is the smell I hate the most among the smells of the New Year

Of course, I also have my favorite smell , that’s the taste of glutinous bean stuffing

My mother will grow some red beans every year, just to make steamed bean buns stuffed during the Chinese New Year

My mother washes the cowpeas and soaks them Finally, put it in a pot to cook

It will also be topped with yam beans, sweet potatoes, and sugar

After it is cooked, you have to grind it vigorously with the back of a spoon

On this day, I will definitely not go out. I will always follow my mother and ask, are you okay soon? .

When the bean paste is finished, before my mother makes the bean buns, I will definitely be guarding the bean paste pot and refuse to move. .

My mother always yelled, go play, finish eating, don’t steam the bean buns, haha~~The taste is so good

Of course it is indispensable in the taste of the New Year The smell of stewed meat and the smell of gunpowder from firecrackers in the air. .

Too much, starting from today I am looking forward to the Chinese New Year

As I talk, my mouth is already drooling. .

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The Spring Festival has just passed, and you can still see flaming red lanterns and firecracker fragments scattered on the ground. It seems that the flavor of the New Year is still lingering everywhere. But I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Celebrating the New Year, that's all."

The New Year has passed, but there is not much nostalgia in my heart. For the Chinese New Year, there is already too much joy and fun missing. Watching the lively Spring Festival Gala on TV and the colorful fireworks in the sky, I can never get back the feeling of celebrating the New Year.

The flavor of the New Year has faded away unconsciously...

I don’t know when I started to give up my expectation and expectation for the New Year out of habit. I don’t like the streets crowded with people buying new year’s goods, and I don’t like seeing the hurried and happy expressions on everyone’s faces. I don’t know why I have so many dislikes, but sometimes I think like this: Could it be that celebrating the New Year has become a habit that has penetrated into people’s bones? Doesn’t it mean that without the Chinese New Year, there is no life? But no matter what, the smell of New Year is really gradually dissipating in my heart, but I don’t want to chase it.

Nowadays, during the Chinese New Year, although there are more choices and less busy, the original flavor of the New Year is also lost. Many people like to go out of their homes and have a New Year's Eve dinner in a magnificent hotel. What's more, they sing all night long in a noisy KTV to celebrate the festival. Among all kinds of novel ideas, it seems that the New Year is no longer a Chinese festival for us to toast and celebrate, but a good day to show off our fashion. There are also many young people who enjoy foreign festivals, but are indifferent to the Spring Festival. How can the New Year be full of flavor when celebrating the New Year like this? Thinking of this, I suddenly feel that it is not that the New Year has alienated us, but that we have moved away from it intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if it will go back to the way it was in the years to come, but hopefully it won't continue to get worse. In fact, in my heart, I love Chinese New Year, but this love gradually becomes implicit and no longer strong as time goes by. Probably the same is true for many people. Maybe if we call silently from the bottom of our hearts, the New Year will return to its original appearance.

On the night of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the scattered sound of firecrackers will still be heard in the ears, and the high red lights will still be seen on the streets. I hope that next year, there will be a little more joy for the New Year in my heart, and I also hope that the flavor of the New Year can return to people's hearts.

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The flavor of the New Year

It’s almost the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, and it seems that I haven’t felt the flavor of the New Year yet, carrying big and small bags I had not eaten all the fun during the Chinese New Year and felt a bit melancholy, so I went back to school early. I didn’t expect that many classmates would go back earlier than me. When I asked why, I found it was not fun at home, and I was bored. Apart from eating and watching TV , as if there was nothing else...

Indeed, I also came back disappointed. This mood is really different from the excitement and anticipation we had when we bought train tickets before the winter vacation. Back to school, in the ancient and prosperous metropolis of Wuhan, under the colorful lights of the tall buildings, especially during the holidays, people have to miss home, and now, I miss the past years. smell.

I still have fresh memories. When I was in middle school, primary school, or as a child, the Chinese New Year was always our happiest expectation. At that time, we would be counting down to the New Year with our fingers before the winter vacation even started, and everyone’s face would be beaming with joy. In the twenties of the twelfth lunar month, people beat gongs and drums, dance dragons and lions, set off firecrackers, beat glutinous rice cakes, write Spring Festival couplets, and draw New Year pictures... Children hide and seek, play snowball fights, run around and play all kinds of novel games, with faces full of joy. As soon as I stepped out, there were huge crowds of people everywhere. On New Year's Eve, everyone would take matters into their own hands and prepare a large table of sweet and delicious meals, especially making dumplings, spring rolls, and glutinous rice balls. We also competed to eat the melons, peaches, and pears from the mountains, and the big ones with red sweet potatoes. Porridge, eggs buried in millet, sweet and chewy corn soup strips, fragrant and crispy cabbage pancakes...Then the family ate and drank while talking and laughing, followed by guessing lantern riddles, watching the Spring Festival Gala, and making Red envelopes, waiting to wear new clothes and hats, I stayed up all night and still went to greet the New Year happily.

It’s all gone. Times have changed and things are different now. Nowadays, the Spring Festival in our mountain village is surprisingly deserted. After the reform and opening up, everyone's life has become richer. Every home has a TV and some are equipped with air conditioners. Adults and children stay at home and watch TV and rarely go out.

Others, like gongs, drums, dragons and lions, have almost disappeared. Spring couplets, New Year pictures, glutinous rice cakes, dumplings, glutinous rice balls, etc. can be bought as much as possible, which saves worry and trouble. What people pay attention to is hygiene and class, and the folks have become lazy!

Alas! I really have to ask with emotion: Where has the flavor of the past gone?

Memories

Playing a hide-and-seek game with time. In the story-less senior year of high school, the pen blew across the diary like wind, and an imperfect end was hurriedly drawn.

——Inscription

As usual, on Saturday afternoon, I packed up my things, got on the bicycle that had been rested for a week, and started on my way home. Along the way, along the river bank, the cool river breeze blew slowly. It felt so refreshing! It seemed like the fatigue and fatigue caused by a week of studying were blown away.

I went home again, to my warm home, and saw familiar smiling faces again. Thinking about my academic performance, I was really shameless and I couldn't help but lower my head. Mom has tied up her apron and is cooking on the fire. A long-lost aroma wafts from the kitchen. I know that Mom is cooking school food for me again. At the dinner table, I picked up the bowl of broth that moved me. My hands suddenly felt as heavy as lead. My throat choked up when I saw the ordinary radish and cabbage my family was eating, but in order not to Letting my family see my uneasiness, I swallowed the soup and shed invisible salty tears.

The night in the countryside is so peaceful. I sat under the window and looked up at the starry night sky outside the window. The starlight was a little hazy and desolate. Thinking of my future, I lowered my head...

Since entering high school, I have been depressed, and my academic performance is at the middle level of the class. , more than the inferior." However, in this ordinary middle school, if your academic performance is not top-notch, there is not much hope of getting into college. I failed the high school entrance examination that year, leaving my family with sighs one after another. After that failure, I entered the repeat class with the expectations of my family. A year later, my hard work paid off and I was finally admitted to an ordinary middle school. Now, I have to give the same exclamation mark to my family - there may be no chance of me taking the college entrance examination. However, I could not bear to see my family's eager eyes turn pale and helpless.

Now, we have passed the review stage of the third year of high school, and there are only more than two hundred days away from the war without gunpowder. Looking at the average results, I seem to be shrinking and timid. oh! No, no, I can never do this, they are not my character, they only belong to the weak, I am not a weak person, no, absolutely not! I will use my due tenacity, my hard work, and the knowledge I have learned to fight next June to win or lose... Yes, I should cheer up. Let’s face a new day and new challenges with a new attitude...

A rooster’s crow made me suddenly wake up and look up at the sky. The night was already very deep and very Deep. At this time, I felt a little chilly on my body. Oh, it’s time to go to bed. It’s so warm to sleep under the quilt that has been in the sun all day! May I have a good dream tonight.

The heart, following the shuttle of fate, travels through the senior year of high school. The years are like yesterday, with so many joys and sorrows. It has been more than a month since I came to the School of Journalism and Publishing. I had no choice but to come - I failed the college entrance examination as I expected. However, I don’t regret coming here because it was my own choice.

On a Saturday in late autumn, an inexplicable cold wind hit me mercilessly. I had no time to shiver and felt that time was too ruthless. It touched the deepest memory in my heart, and I had countless thoughts. This unforgettable period The memory is like an eternal lamp. Looking back suddenly, I can’t help but burst into tears...

Postscript

"After taking the college entrance examination, we realized that the train of life has no return ticket. We have no choice but to struggle, let alone have too much hesitation.

Raise your young sails, move forward persistently, and never look back!

Time flies by like water, but what will never pass away are those beautiful and valuable memories.

Personally, I think the 3rd and 4th articles are better~~ I will write an essay next year. . . HPniuYear