Write a composition on the topic of {Taste of the Year}? 600 words, eighth grade level

Just after the Spring Festival, red lanterns and firecrackers scattered on the ground can be seen everywhere, and it seems that there is still a smell of Chinese New Year in the air. But in my heart, I still can't help but sigh: "Chinese New Year, that's all."

A 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. Watching the lively Spring Festival Gala on TV and the colorful fireworks in the sky, I can't find the feeling of New Year. The taste of Nian, so unconsciously faded. ...

I don't know when it started. I am used to letting go of the waiting and expectation for 2008. I don't like the crowds buying new year's goods in the street, and I don't like to see everyone's hurried happy expression on their faces. I don't know why I don't like it so much, and sometimes I wonder: Has the Chinese New Year become a habit that permeates people's bones? Does it mean that there is no life without Chinese New Year? But in any case, the taste of the year really faded in my heart, but I don't want to chase it.

Nowadays, although there are more choices and less excitement in the Spring Festival, it has also lost its original flavor. Many people like to go out and eat New Year's Eve in magnificent hotels. What's more, singing all night in the noisy KTV to celebrate the festival. Among all kinds of novel ideas, 2008 seems to be no longer the China Festival in Toast, but a good day to show off fashion. There are still many young people who like foreign festivals, but are indifferent to the Spring Festival. After such a new year, how can the taste of the New Year be full of charm? Thinking of this, I suddenly feel that it is not that Nian alienated us, but that we left it intentionally or unintentionally.

I don't know if this will happen next year, but I hope it won't get worse. In fact, I loved Nian in my heart, but this love gradually became subtle and not so strong as time went on. Probably a lot of people do the same. Perhaps as long as we silently call from the bottom of our hearts, 2008 will be restored to its original appearance.

On New Year's Eve, there will still be scattered firecrackers in the ears and red lights hanging on the streets. I hope that next year, my heart will add a little joy to the year, and I also hope that the taste of the year will return to people's hearts.

2. The taste of Nian

It's almost the fifteenth day of the first month, Lantern Festival, and it seems that I haven't felt the taste of Chinese New Year yet. I'm a little disappointed that I haven't had enough to eat with all my bags. I didn't expect many students to go back to school earlier than me. When I ask the reason, it seems that there is nothing interesting at home except eating and watching TV. ...

Indeed, I am disappointed, too. This kind of mood is really different from the excitement and expectation when we bought train tickets before the winter vacation. Back to school, under the colorful lights of high-rise buildings in Wuhan, an ancient and prosperous metropolis, people have to miss home, especially during festivals. Now, I miss the taste of the past.

I still remember it clearly. When I was still in middle school and primary school, when I was a child, Chinese New Year was always our happiest expectation. At that time, we will break our fingers and count down the New Year before the winter vacation begins. Everyone's face is beaming. On the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, beating gongs and drums, dancing dragons and lions, setting off firecrackers, playing Ciba, writing Spring Festival couplets and drawing New Year pictures ... Children are playing hide-and-seek snowball fights, running around and playing all kinds of novel games, and their faces are filled with joy. As soon as I went out, there was a sea of people everywhere. On New Year's Eve, everyone will cook a big table of sweet and delicious meals, especially making jiaozi, making spring rolls, cooking jiaozi, and melons, peaches and pears in the mountains that we are vying to eat, plus red belly porridge, buried eggs in small rice, sweet corn soup strips, crispy Chinese cabbage pancakes ... and then the family will eat and drink with a smile.

The past is gone, times have changed, and today is not the same. Now the Spring Festival in the corner of our mountain is surprisingly deserted. After the reform and opening up, everyone's life has become more abundant. Every family has a TV, and some families have air conditioning. Adults and children stay at home watching TV and seldom go out. Others, such as gongs, drums, dragons and lions, almost disappeared. Spring Festival couplets, New Year pictures, Ciba, jiaozi, glutinous rice balls, etc. All of them can be bought, which is both worry-free and trouble-free. People talk about hygiene and grades, and villagers become lazy!

Alas! I really want to ask with a sigh: where is the old taste?