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I looked forward to the Spring Festival when I was a child.

A: As follows.

1. When I was a child, I looked forward to putting on new clothes and setting off firecrackers in the New Year. Every day, I always feel slow When I grow up, I am afraid that the Chinese New Year will increase my life span and time will fly. This is a temporary change, I hope you cherish the present.

I was looking forward to the Chinese New Year when I was young, but now I am afraid of it. Year after year, I don't feel old. Think about these years, blink for decades. Childishness is in childhood, and ideals are in youth. Hardship lies in youth and struggle in middle age. In the prime of life, you are carefree in your old age. Look up to the old and cherish every year. Keep healthy all year round and strive to be 100 years old.

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Happy memories of childhood

The thirtieth day of the lunar calendar is the day that children look forward to most. They put on new clothes bought by their parents, took firecrackers in their pockets (at that time, firecrackers were reluctant to string together, but they were scattered and lit one by one) and some snacks, and went out to play with their friends in the hutong a long time ago. It was nearly noon when they got home, and the adults had already cooked the best ingredients in the house into delicious dishes.

Brothers and sisters set the table together, cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, and sat around the dining table. Father poured a glass of white wine, and mother also poured a little white wine. You can only drink small champagne in Qingdao during the Chinese New Year (only then do you feel delicious). * * * A toast, we can eat a lot and recall the saliva all over the floor. I want to stay up for 30 nights, waiting for the New Year's Eve dinner, basically staying up all night. Before eating jiaozi, children just play, set off firecrackers, put candles in jars and light them. The hutongs are full of noise. If I play too much, my parents have to come out and look for it and shout. The most primitive communication tool is shouting, shouting, full of happiness! ! !