The composition "I see the significance of the Spring Festival" is about 600 words. Please hurry! ! thank you

It's New Year! My mother took me to buy sparks. I am most interested in "stringing mice", but that kind of spark is too dangerous, and my mother won't let me buy it, and the price is very expensive. I chose five kinds of "naughty king, lightning rod, parachute, marble and flying saucer". On New Year's Eve, my grandmother gave me a "Golden Mountain Spark" and four 60-ring fireworks. I'm so happy!

Before dinner was finished, I was in a hurry to release some "naughty kings", only to see the flame burn into the body of "naughty kings" along the fuse, and the spire cover under it suddenly stood up and kept spinning around the auras of various colors, but it was a pity that it went out in only two or three seconds. It's really unpleasant I had to put a few in succession.

After the family finished the New Year's Eve dinner, I shouted, "Come with me if you want to see fireworks." So, a large group of people went down to the bridge on the fifth floor with me. I put the "Golden Mountain Spark" on the pier and lit the fuse. I saw colorful fireworks spewing out from the "Jinshan", and the sparks rushed to the sky and scattered in all directions, like a dazzling Christmas tree. But it went out again after half a minute.

I'm sorry that such a beautiful thing didn't last long. At this moment, my mother handed me a long fifteen gun. After I caught it and lit it, it immediately spewed out bundles of silver highlights and almost hit the water. My mother asked me to hold it high and let the gun shoot into the sky, just like sending many flowers into the sky. With the gunshot, people around me cheered, and my heart was full of joy.

Unconsciously, after all the sparks are released, we go to see others release sparks. This is also very interesting. There are many kinds of sparks. Some sparks are so big that you need to cover your ears to hear them. Some people hold them high. They are spinning and falling like snow. How beautiful! Others whistled and shot into the sky like bullets at birds, but after a second or two, huge balls of light spread out in the sky, each with a different color.

I played with the stars and got dizzy. My mother urged me to have a quick rest, but at midnight, I woke up in a daze. It turns out that during the day, the window is thrilling, the thunder rumbles and the lights are brilliant, which makes me feel that it is really good to celebrate the New Year.

How beautiful and happy our life is! I really want to celebrate the New Year every day!

2. Different from Chinese New Year in previous years.

Time flies, the door of winter vacation opens to us, and in a blink of an eye, we usher in the New Year's Eve.

Although the weather is not beautiful, because of the continuous rain and cold wind, it has been cold for several days, but this can not resist the joy of people on the occasion of the Spring Festival. You see, outdoor fireworks, laughter, noise, the sound in the ear, the feelings of relatives and friends indoors, the feelings between neighbors, family and each other. It is this rare and endless excitement of reunion between young and old that has brewed a farewell picture.

Faced with such a "beautiful day", my heart is as rainy as this weather. Different from previous years, I have no expectation for the New Year in my childhood-carefree, innocent and romantic time is over, and I have no dependence on the New Year in junior high school-and I no longer have to escape the heavy study burden in order to borrow the New Year. Because at this time, I am afraid of the Chinese New Year, and I have a worry that I can't enjoy it-I am studying in a town vocational school!

Most people in my family are intellectuals. Although some of me didn't go to college because of poor family circumstances, I was excusable at that time. What's more, they are very prominent now, and where to study is very important to them. In addition, my peers all followed the "fate", but I failed in the senior high school entrance examination. Looking back at relatives and friends' homes, I vowed that there was no problem, but now, alas! How afraid I am that they will ask me where I go to school. I can imagine what kind of eyes and actions they will have when they know. I will lift my head in shame in their ridicule! Facts are facts after all and need to be borne. But the result was beyond my expectation. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, relatives and friends get together. They didn't give me the cold shoulder when they learned of my failure. Instead, they gave me more affirmation and encouragement. "Vocational schools in the town, very good. Now the society needs the students there very much. If you study hard, it must be a talent. " "Yes, the town vocational school is better." Going to college is no problem. "... all this deeply touched me, my heart burned like fire, my blood was boiling, and the knot in my heart suddenly opened. Yes, schools adapt to people and learn by themselves. Only "tailor-made" schools will have further development and progress, and their own foundation is not enough. There's plenty of time in town to make up for it. Other schools will only be counterproductive, fail to keep up and waste time.

This year's Chinese New Year is different from the past, because there is another color!

3. Go to grandma's house for the New Year.

My mother is from Guizhou. Growing up, I have never been to my grandmother's house. When I was a child, I was envious of watching other children go to my grandmother's house. I often pester my mother for her grandmother. My mother always says, "I'll take you to see her later." But it never came again, and I slowly stopped talking about it.

Last winter vacation, when my mother said she would take me to my grandmother's house, I really didn't believe my ears. It was not until I got on the train that I believed that I had finally met my dear grandma.

But not long after I got on the bus, I began to regret it. As it is at the peak of Spring Festival travel rush, the train is crowded and all kinds of vague smells are intertwined, which makes people breathless. I had no choice but to sleep and read for a while, and finally survived for 30 hours.

After getting off the train and bumping on the mountain road for four hours, we finally stopped in front of a big mountain. We got out of the car with our luggage and moved our numb legs and feet. I found no one at the foot of the mountain!

"Hey, mom, where is grandma's house?"

My mother smiled wearily and said, "It's still early, and there are still about two hours to go on the mountain road." God, I almost fainted. Now I understand why she didn't take me to my grandmother's house until I was almost 12 years old!

Fortunately, it didn't take long for my uncle to pick us up. When he first met me, he seemed a little excited. He actually picked me up at once and made me blush.

On a bleak afternoon in winter, the three of us trudged on the winding mountain road. It is obvious that my uncle wants to amuse me and has been telling me something in blunt Mandarin. I perfunctory him one by one. I'm sore all over. I secretly vowed in my heart: next time, I won't come if I am killed.

Walking into the sunset, I suddenly heard my uncle say, "Linlin, here we are." Looking up, it is an ancient village with mottled white walls and black tiles. There are many people standing under a big tree at the entrance of the village, and they also found us. I saw a thin and tall old woman rushing to pull me, muttering something.

"grandma!" The first time I shouted these two words in front of me, I was a little embarrassed. I saw my grandmother's tears gushing out ...

During the Spring Festival at my grandmother's house, I felt like a favored princess, surrounded by deep affection all the time, but the happy time was always short. On the fourth day, we left for home.

Once again set foot on the rugged mountain road, my grandmother took my hand and my uncle helped us with our luggage and sent us down one by one. On the way, my grandmother said the most to me: "Come again." I said it again and again. At the foot of the mountain, the car drove far away, and grandma hugged me eagerly and repeated these three words. I looked at the towering mountain and watched it again.

Niande taste

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.

1 composition for the Spring Festival

The Spring Festival in 2006 is coming, and the streets are crowded with people. People who have worked hard for a year have gone out to enjoy the leisure of the festival, and the faces of men, women and children are filled with cheerful smiles.

The colors in the street are much brighter than usual. I saw colorful flags flying and various commercial slogans and banners flying in the wind. There are red lanterns hanging at the entrance of the shopping mall, which makes people feel warm at first sight. In the blue sky, colorful balloons are dazzling in the sun. The breeze blew and the balloon danced with the wind, as if nodding to passers-by.

The cheerful and frolicking scenes in the shopping mall penetrate into the eyes of passers-by through bright glass doors and windows, which makes people involuntarily flow into it with colorful people. The Spring Festival is a festival for adults, especially for children. Children's toys, books and stationery counters are very lively. The children came one after another, taking away their beloved toys and leaving behind laughter.

During the Spring Festival, the family is also different from usual. Put the word "Fu" on the door, set off firecrackers at dinner, set off fireworks at night and watch the Spring Festival party. There are more people eating than usual. Mom and dad, uncles and aunts, grandparents all get together. The food on the dining table is much richer than before, including chicken, duck, fish and delicacies. After dinner, everyone chats, chats, drinks tea and chats.

The Spring Festival is too noisy. I really want to celebrate every day.