The annual taste is 800 words. The composition of grade three needs the whole article. The holiday is over, I can't control it.

When I was a child, I was most looking forward to the Spring Festival.

Whenever I enter the twelfth lunar month, I always stand in front of the monthly card from time to time, carefully and patiently counting how many days are left before 30, and I will tirelessly ask the adults every day, how many days are left before the Chinese New Year? Because it means that there will be new clothes to wear during the Spring Festival, you can do your homework without being aboveboard, and you can sleep peacefully until dawn.

The closer to the end of the year, the heavier the flavor of the year in the village. Every household will quietly clean up, and elderly mothers-in-law will get together in groups of three and five to set up a small table. The small table is covered with red paper, and the sharp scissors are lifelike paper-cuts. Window grilles, small animals, zodiac and so on. Pick up a picture and look at the sun. A paper-cut pattern will be projected on the wall behind you immediately. Bright red is like a child's frozen red face, cool but warm. Imagine the red tracery stuck on the window, and you will laugh happily.

In rural areas, people are only willing to eat meat during the Spring Festival, when the meat is also the most delicious.

In the dim memory, all the pigs in the village were killed in the square where the brigade was concentrated. Hold a cauldron, with the prestigious master in the village taking the lead. Whoever wants to kill the pig will put the tied pig away and let the owner cut it. The owner will wait with large and small pots. At that time, I was timid, so I was dragged by my uncle's brother, hiding behind me and secretly watching the gurgling blood flow into the next basin like running water, emitting bursts of bloody smell. I still can't figure out how the big pig turned into a balloon. At that time, I was interested in waiting for adults to pull down unwanted pig's trotters, making small oil lamps and running around the village with friends. Small oil lamps, like twinkling stars and clusters of flames, light up a small heart and warm it in the silent night in the countryside.

Tired of playing, I found it was midnight when I was hungry. At this time, every household in the village will smell the fragrance of cook the meat, which will be memorable when you think about it. I fell asleep when I didn't have time to wash. I felt someone pulling me up in my sleep, and a fragrance went straight into my heart and lungs. When I am sleepy, I put the steaming bones on the pillow, and I will nest in the bed with a little vinegar and garlic juice. Wow, I will suddenly wake up. Burp and take a bite of oil, even if you close your eyes, you will wake up laughing.

At that time, I would think, if only I celebrated the New Year every day!

When I grow up, my desire to celebrate the New Year is getting smaller and smaller.

As the pace of life is getting faster and faster, the feeling of Chinese New Year is getting worse and worse, even annoying, hateful and helpless. Limited wages, but how also can't keep up with the infinite prices. At the end of each year, there is always a feeling of war. Every time I go to the street, I am afraid that I will meet my friends and suddenly say,' Come and sit down!' Another boy was born, and someone gave you a New Year greeting during the Spring Festival. My aunt can't waste it! "With a smiling face, I squeezed out a few words of false congratulations through my teeth. At that time, I felt like I was slapped in the back by a small whip. It hurt!

Holding colorful pieces of paper, I dismantled this and that, and finally found that there were not enough left for my own use. What shoes and clothes have been together for a long time? Go away! When I was a child, it was a year of panic. Now it is a year of shortage. At this time, the Chinese New Year has become a burden.

The supermarket in the street is bustling, and there are more people buying things than selling them. Walking in it, I can't feel the taste of Chinese New Year when I was a child. Only the colorful flags and festive scarlet hanging in the supermarket give people a little taste of Chinese New Year. Hours, although there are not so many lively places, the taste of Chinese New Year is hard to forget.

2

In a blink of an eye, it's already the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, and it's New Year's Eve in ten days.

I don't know why, our hometown always calls this day so straightforward-New Year's Eve.

But it didn't affect my feelings for this day at all.

I remember kneeling on the stool every day when I was a child, turning over the monthly card and counting the days since the holiday.

From the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, the family began to be 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, buy new clothes, buy firecrackers, buy New Year pictures, as well as candy and melon seeds. . .

The collection under the root of the year is always the most lively, and there are so many people that it is difficult to squeeze.

Being a follower every year, I have little experience in going to the market.

Because mom 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 not give up until they agree.

Sometimes even send a small list, but parents rarely cash it, whoops. . .

What parents buy most are candied haws and sesame candy.

Even if it doesn't meet my requirements, it is good to have unexpected gains.

At the end of the year, one day, my mother will find a sunny day, move everything out of the room, tie a broom with a big stick and sweep the corner of the room.

The feeling of this day is always so sacred and beautiful. The cool air is mixed with the smell of dust. It wasn't too dirty at that time, so I was very excited.

Every year before the year, the family will refine big oil, that is, the fat meat will be refined into oil, and the zilaso left after refining big oil can also be eaten directly, or wrapped in jiaozi or steamed stuffed buns.

Pour the refined oil into a small jar while it is hot. When it is cold, it will turn into a white paste. Eat it with a small spoon every time.

I remember there was nothing to eat at that time. Some children always like to cut the cake in the middle and then grease it. I hear it smells good.

I never eat it. I always put sesame oil and salt on it, or sugar on it. It tastes super good.

Um ... When I was talking, I digress. .

The thick pungent smell of refined oil (pungent to me) is a kind of torture for me, and I can't hide it every year.

So, every day, I will hide far away.

This is the smell of New Year that I hate most.

Of course, I also have my own favorite taste, which is the taste of cowpea stuffing.

My mother grows some adzuki beans every year, for nothing else, just to make stuffed bean buns during the Chinese New Year.

Mother washed and soaked the cowpea and put it in the pot to cook.

It will be served with yam bean, sweet potato and sugar.

After cooking, you should roll the spoon back hard.

On this day, I will definitely not go out. I'll keep asking my mom's ass. Is it almost ready? .

I'm sure I'll stay in the bean paste pot for a long time before my mother wraps the bean paste bag. .

Mom always shouts, go and play, don't steam the bean buns after eating, haha ~ ~ That's delicious.

Of course, the smell of stewed meat and the smell of gunpowder after firecrackers in the air are indispensable in the taste of the year. .

Too many. I look forward to the new year starting today.

At some point, my mouth is already watering. .

three

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.

four

Niande taste

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?

recall

Play hide-and-seek with time. In the third year of high school, when there is no story, the style of writing generally blows through the diary and draws an imperfect full stop.

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As usual, on Saturday afternoon, I packed my things, rode my bike after a week's rest and set foot on my way home. Along the way, along the river bank, the cool river wind blows slowly, and it feels really cool! It seems to blow away the fatigue caused by a week's study.

I went home again, returned to a warm home, and saw a familiar smiling face. It's really shameful to think about your academic performance, and I can't help but bow my head. Mother tied her apron and was making a fire to cook. There is a long-lost fragrance in the kitchen. I know my mother is frying school food for me again. At the dinner table, I picked up the bowl of broth that moved me, and my hands suddenly became as heavy as lead. Watching my family eat ordinary radish and cabbage, my throat choked, but in order not to let my family see my anxiety, I swallowed soup and invisible salty tears.

The night in the country is so quiet. I sat under the window and looked up at the starry night sky outside. Starlight with a little hazy, but also a little sad, thinking about my future, I bowed my head. ...

I have been depressed since I entered high school, and my academic performance is at the middle level in my class. "I am less than the top, but more than the bottom." However, in this ordinary middle school, if the academic performance is not top-notch, there is little hope of being admitted to the university. The failure in the senior high school entrance examination that year left family members with one sigh after another. After that failure, I entered the repeat class with the expectation of going home. A year later, everything pays off, and I finally got into an ordinary middle school. Now, I want to give my family the same exclamation point-the college entrance examination may be hopeless. However, I can't bear to see my family's eager eyes turn pale and helpless.

Now it has entered the review stage of senior three, and there are only more than 200 days before the war without smoke. Looking at the middle grade, I seem to flinch and be timid. Oh! No, I can’t . I can't do it. They're not my characters. They belong to the weak. I am not a weak person. No, absolutely not! I will use my due tenacity, hard work and the knowledge I have learned to fight hard next June ... Yes, it's time for me to cheer up and face a new day and new challenges with a brand-new attitude. ...

A cock crow suddenly woke me up and looked up at the sky. The night is deep, deep. At this time, I feel a little cold. Oh, it's time for bed. It's really warm to sleep under a quilt that has been basked in the sun all day! I hope I can have a good dream tonight.

Heart, with the shuttle of fate, through the years of senior three. Time flies, joys and sorrows. It has been more than a month since I came to the press and publication school, so I have to come here-I really failed in the college entrance examination. However, I don't regret coming here, because it was my own choice.

On a late autumn Saturday, an inexplicable cold wind struck me mercilessly, making me too late to tremble. I just feel that time is too ruthless, which touches my deepest memory and has a lot of thoughts. That unforgettable memory is like an eternal lamp. When I suddenly look back, my past time can't help but make me cry. ...

postscript

"I was born in the world and entered the rivers and lakes. Someone reminded me." After the college entrance examination, we know that there is no return ticket for the train of life. We have no choice but to struggle and not hesitate too much.

Raise the young sails, make unremitting progress, and do not hesitate!

Time flies like water, time flies like water, but it will never die. It is that beautiful and precious memory.

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