A composition comparing the present and past Spring Festival

Impressions of the Spring Festival

In this snowless and increasingly warm season, the Spring Festival unknowingly buries the ordinary days and rushes towards us. Looking at the newly purchased wall calendar on the wall and counting the days approaching the last Spring Festival of this century, I can’t help but sigh that the years are rushing by and another peaceful and busy year has passed.

As the year draws to a close, the more or less good impressions accumulated during childhood have faded away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks and dumplings, and I no longer look forward to being one year older and more knowledgeable. 10%, rather than saying that the Spring Festival is the happiest time, it is a moment when people suddenly realize that they are getting older and have greater responsibilities.

To express general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write some nostalgic articles about spring, the elegance has long since disappeared. Like a program host, talking about this year's major events, lamenting the past and present, and thinking about the future is just to win compliments and applause from the audience. I won’t deceive myself or others. Maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day among 365 days in a year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial hype into it, so it seems particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, suppress our expectations and restlessness, and obtain some subtle satisfaction outside of eating, drinking, laughing, and visiting relatives and friends.

In the past, the Spring Festival left me with many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel the same joyful and grand festival as I did then. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps due to their own personalities and interests. No matter how various media exaggerate and bombard me, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. I feel a lot more helpless and a little more nervous than usual. Tired and heavy. You have to go to your parents, you have to go to your relatives and friends, you have to go to meet your colleagues, but the real content is always about eating and drinking. Clichés such as "Congratulations on getting rich," "Happy New Year," and "Good Luck and Good Luck" feel awkward but have to be repeated over and over again. Parading the streets, shopping, guessing riddles, lighting up lamps, giving gifts and entertaining guests year after year endlessly. People are like a top, being whipped by it and spinning endlessly, without even knowing where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we still have to force ourselves to be excited as children, watch the night-long party, and listen to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our own sleepy eyes, disappointed mood, and desireless stomach. I would rather eat a simple meal as usual, go to bed at ten o'clock, read a book for a while, or play a round of cards with friends. I always feel that on this day where everyone is happy, I have no interest at all, and I even have a good appetite.

Tradition, culture, history, and customs are originally man-made products. Our ancestors formulated them. We continue to copy and reproduce them from generation to generation, and they evolve and play to make them brilliant, and they are even more popularized by the Internet. Let it soar and mutate, it ultimately restricts ourselves and goes against the basic nature of human beings - people yearn for freedom and happiness. The Spring Festival can be said to be the clearest mirror, in which everyone can see, so tired Is that the negative face you had when you were a child? Even a hint of joy.

Yes, we continue to grow older and continue to experience the vicissitudes of life. This year's Spring Festival will be copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow. Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart. What is left may be something that can be called beautiful, but what about once? There is no place for us there. It is blurred and fictitious. Even though we know it is false, we still repeat it and write articles to coax pedestrians and children.

I can’t grow old, I’m afraid I only have the innocence of childhood

The taste of the new year is getting weaker and weaker

Although the Spring Festival is the most important traditional festival in China, I I still think the flavor of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker. Perhaps it was the lack of material things in the past that made the Spring Festival so important. During the Spring Festival and the New Year, we eat a lot of delicacies that we can’t usually eat, and wear beautiful new clothes. We happily ate New Year’s Eve dinner, set off firecrackers, and reunited with our families with endless words to say. No matter what the taste of the New Year is, the Spring Festival is still celebrated year after year. As far as the Spring Festival that I have experienced, I also feel that the taste of the New Year is gradually diminishing.

In the past, the Spring Festival was like this. Before the Spring Festival, I bought a lot of new year's goods, new clothes and new shoes. The children were so happy. Every year I go to my grandma’s house to celebrate the Spring Festival, and it’s very lively with other relatives and friends, a table of happy meals, talking and laughing. Then the adults played their own games at home and we went out to play.

Check out what delicious and fun things are on the street, and then buy a lot of them. Because it is a festival, adults are willing to let us buy things that we are not allowed to buy on weekdays. We are immersed in the little happiness. Whenever night comes, we set off fireworks and watch the flowers blooming in the sky. There are ripples of joy in my heart. I had such a happy Spring Festival that I didn’t even want to go home... Last year, my second aunt and sister didn’t go back to my grandma’s house. They were bored at grandma’s house alone. Looking forward to going home, my father took me out to play. I didn't think it was interesting at all and didn't want to set off fireworks. What's so good about fireworks? Don't understand. The days passed like years, and then we finally came home. Just like that, a meaningless Spring Festival. Because no one wants to play with me! It is worth mentioning that a classmate gave me two tapes as a New Year's gift. One tape contains the songs she sang and the music she played, and the other tape is about our story. It's a very interesting story. I feel so warm every time I listen to it.

This year, I hope it will be fun, I don’t know what it will be like. But I’m looking forward to it! I hope it will snow during the Spring Festival, and everyone will come back to celebrate the Spring Festival. We will play together, make snowmen and build snow tents together. I hope we can set off fireworks on the night of the Spring Festival, happily appreciate the beauty of the fireworks, and then... About blessings There are too many people who need my thanks. And I have never properly thanked them. On the occasion of the New Year, perhaps it is a perfect time. After more than a year with ***, I think I want to thank the teacher properly. I know that the teacher doesn’t like New Year’s cards or other blessings. Grades are the best reward for teachers. I think I will study harder than before and express my best wishes to the teacher. Classmates, we talk together, laugh together, learn together, and play together. Unknowingly, our time together is getting shorter and shorter. The time spent with classmates is extremely wonderful. Finally, I hope it will snow during the Spring Festival. Snowflakes are falling.

Happy? What is happiness? She comes without a trace and goes without a trace. I desperately want to catch her and make my life full of happiness every moment, but I can't. She always slips away from my hands and reappears at some point. There were more opportunities to pass by her, and I gradually realized the true meaning of happiness. You can't catch her, so why not create your own happiness?

Happiness seems very simple to me. As long as you live a fulfilling life, you will be happy. Books are the ladder of human progress and at the same time, they are also people's good friends. Reading not only makes life fulfilling, but also from books we understand the principles of life and learn how to study... For example: "Two Sinking Wooden Sticks", which tells such a story: A girl leads a A lost tourist went down the mountain and reached the single-plank bridge. The girl asked the tourist to carry his weight forward and told the tourist that only by being aware of the danger would he be safer. From this, I realized the truth: danger does not necessarily cause disaster, but human negligence is often the abyss of disaster.

I believe that when reading, as long as you read with your heart, you will always gain something. For example: when you solve a difficult problem when doing math problems, your heart will be filled with a sense of accomplishment. Moreover, "I am full of poetry and literature", why not read more good books to enrich myself? A fulfilling life will make your life colorful. You will not be sad because of wasting time, nor will you regret because of doing nothing.

But reading all day is a bit boring. As the saying goes: Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles. You might as well go out for a walk, broaden your horizons, and learn knowledge in a happy life. You will be surprised to find: It turns out that Japan also has the Statue of Liberty; it turns out that the Thai Royal Palace, the symbol of Thailand, is made of millions of tons of gold and millions of gems... Gradually, I believe you will also fall in love with it. Those who study, there is joy in learning everywhere.

Whether it is in life or in study, we often encounter various difficulties. The foundation of happiness is to have an optimistic attitude. Optimistic people tend to see the good side of things, while pessimistic people tend to only see the bad side of things. Two friends impressed me deeply. They lived in the same building. Below them, some water often splashed out of the sewer. A friend told me that every day when he went downstairs and passed the manhole cover, he would hold his nose while walking. But another friend told me that there is a "Baotu Spring" downstairs. When he sees "Baotu Spring" every day, he feels that there are many beautiful things around him.

Yes! There are so many beautiful things around us!