Tibetan New Year composition 300 to 400.

The long-awaited Tibetan New Year has finally arrived again. However, this year's Tibetan New Year is different, because we are moving to a new home and the government has built a new house for us.

That day, before dawn, I got up early, packed my things and prepared to move to a new home. To my delight, there is also a bedroom of my own, which is my dream "small world"-I can play, read, do my homework and so on by myself. I am secretly happy. When I came to my new home, I was shocked by what I saw. Why are there so many people today? Seemingly familiar and unfamiliar, firecrackers were deafening, and rows of neat Tibetan houses were scattered all over the floor. In the crowd, my father led us to the door, and I couldn't wait to go in and have a look. As soon as I stepped forward, I saw a sign posted on the door: "Happy Tibetan New Year!" " The living room is also full of things-sofas, TVs, refrigerators, etc. It's all new and the table is full of fruits such as candy.

Dad said, "Daughter, please put your things in the bedroom first." "Ok, Dad." I agreed with great joy. When I opened the door, I was stunned by the decoration inside. All kinds of flowers adorn it, especially big and comfortable beds and bookcases. What surprised me even more was that there was a big cake on the table and a sticker on the wall: Happy birthday to you! At this moment, I am a little confused. I quickly turned my head and asked my father, "Dad, today is not my birthday. My birthday is over. Why ... ""Daughter, I wasn't at home on my last birthday. Dad will stay with you today, okay? " "Thank you, Dad." At this time, my brother said enviously, "Dear sister, you are so happy. Think about it, today is the Tibetan New Year, the first day we moved back to our new home. It's your birthday. Today is really a special day! " At this time, the whole family blessed me, and I was very happy. At the end of dinner, I unconsciously asked my father. "Dad, did Grandpa Han from the village go back this year?" "No, he didn't go back." "Why doesn't he go back?" "I don't know!" "How can he go back without a home?" Brother chimed in at a side. "Then I'll ask him to come over for the New Year. He's too old. How can he live alone? "

After that, I went to grandpa Han's house. That grandpa Han is the old man who is in charge of building materials when repairing the house in our village. Now all the other Han people who repair houses have gone back. Because there are still many building materials in our village next year, and there is no suitable person to take care of them, he will take the initiative to stay. I heard that even if I go back, I have no home. His wife died of illness last year, and only one daughter worked in Guangdong and didn't go home. Oh, poor man. Indeed, in the depths of my memory, he rarely mentioned his family. He is very enthusiastic about people, especially me. Every time I come home from school, he will give me some snacks such as sugar and apples. Deep down, he regards me as his daughter. Of course, I also respect him. When I came to his house, I saw him sitting on a bench with nothing on the table. But there is a basket in front of him, which seems to be something from the villagers. I walked up to him and said to him, "Grandpa, why are you sitting here alone in a daze?" Come to my house for the New Year, which is much better than staying here alone. "