New Year's Eve, so lively! People are busy putting up couplets and hanging New Year pictures. Crackling firecrackers, like frying sesame seeds in a pot; The sound of fireworks is like a grand celebration in Tiananmen Square in Beijing, passing through the streets and high-rise buildings, making the dark night look like day. In my hometown, New Year's Eve is full of jubilation.
Night arrival! My sister and I waited for a long time before happily taking out the kaleidoscope. I am excited with fireworks and lighters, ready to implement my first plan on New Year's Eve-setting off fireworks. The first shot we fired was "an earth-shattering sound". With a loud noise, the sky suddenly became like day, so spectacular! Followed by "Fairy Scattered Flowers", the so-called fairy scattered flowers, as the name implies, must be a beautiful scene. You see, as expected, the fairies have no pity on the world and scattered a basket of flowers in the sky. Those flowers are flying in the air. How beautiful! Suddenly, the sky became a colorful world. My sister and I danced with joy. Then, we released Parachute, Seven Fairies and Flowers Are Wild. ...
My second plan for New Year's Eve, of course, is to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Our family is sitting in front of the TV, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala with great interest. When I was happy, my father's face suddenly darkened. I thought to myself: Dad, what's the matter? I couldn't bear to think much, but my father opened the box at this time: "Now the days are really the days of heaven!" " "Dad suddenly so a word, I am very confused. I quickly asked, "Dad, what day is heaven? "Dad turned down the volume of the TV at this time and said to us," Children, you don't understand! "In the past, we ordinary people were miserable!"
"Did you see the food on the dinner table today? What a sumptuous meal. If this were in the past, I wouldn't even think about it! " Dad lit a cigarette, took a drag and said earnestly, "I often heard your grandfather say that in his day, it was enough to have meat for the New Year, and many people envied him." I remember one thing about your grandfather: before the Spring Festival that year, your grandfather picked out a car full of old books and planned to sell them in the following week. He bought a knife of meat with the money from selling books, and he was always reluctant to eat it when he came back. If you want to eat meat, look at hanging pork. A few months have passed, and hanging meat is still talking well. One day, your grandfather climbed up with a wooden ladder and saw that there was only one layer of skin left-the meat was eaten by rats! In this way, people are reluctant to eat, but it has become a good meal for mice. What a pity! With that, dad stood up and gestured to us: "You children have simply fallen into the honey pot now, and there is nothing to eat." Going out to pay a New Year call, the dining table is' three floors'! Especially in recent years, with the reform and opening up, farmers have embarked on the road of getting rich, their living standards have improved, and the dining table has changed even more. Even swan meat can be eaten. You should cherish today's happy life! "
Yes, the living standards of working people have really improved a lot now. All this depends on the party's policy of enriching the people and its leadership!
On New Year's Eve this year, we posted couplets, hung New Year pictures, set off fireworks and watched TV. Although we are a little busy, it is very colorful, which makes me learn a lot when I am busy. What impressed me the most was Listening to Memories. My father's words let me know a lot about the past ... or the Mid-Autumn Festival night, the full moon is like a mirror, the moonlight is like washing. When every household puts out moon cakes, pomegranates, walnuts, peanuts, west paws and other fruits, they talk while enjoying the moon. What a beautiful picture!
There is a square near my home. Although it is called quicksand square, it is actually from the middle school next door. There are two basketball stands in the south of the square. In the middle of the basketball stand is an open-air stage. There are many big trees and beautifully trimmed flowers and trees around the square. In the center of the square is a green lawn and a wide runway. This is the place where students do exercises and sports activities during recess.
The square is closed to the public from Monday to Saturday. In the morning and evening, people often walk and run around squares and runways, or rest in chairs under big trees. The grass in the square is forbidden, but some people still can't resist the temptation of the grass. They always go in involuntarily to play ball, take a walk, or sit on the grass and chat in groups of three or five. ...
Tonight, my mother and I went for a walk in the square again. We were walking along the surrounding flower beds when a voice exploded overhead: "Those people in the grass, come out at once!" " Kids playing ball in the middle! Get out of here! Believe it or not, I split the ball! "wow! What a murderer!
It turns out that the gatekeeper in the square is warning again! But those people were indifferent and continued to sit on the grass to rest, so anxious that the doorman rushed from the house to the center of the square with a flashlight, and people fled. My mother and I were in a good mood, so we were annoyed by this horn. I think: the grass needs to be protected and can't be trampled indiscriminately. The gatekeeper's starting point is good, but his attitude should not be so fierce! There are few places where we can move in this town. There is nothing wrong with people wanting to relax on the grass after supper. Why can't the gatekeeper understand everyone's mood?
Slowly, I walked very tired, so I took a rest and waited for my mother at the door. There is a dog at the door, which is kept by the doorman. Often dragged by chains. It is usually docile, but today it has become fierce somehow. I walked casually not far from the door. When I was about to pass by it, it suddenly jumped up and came straight at me. Ah! It wasn't dragged by a chain! I ran to one side in fear. The dog ran after me, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Then the doorman gave a cry, and the dog stopped and backed away.
I told my mother about it, and my mother said to me, "If you don't mess with it, it won't bite you!" " "oh! But I didn't mess it up.
This is really a close call!
Missing always burns enthusiasm at this turning point, and in the hearts of strangers, the breath of winter is filled in the busy streets.
Do you have any snowflakes as soft as catkins and as light as goose feathers? Driving a beautiful sleigh in a fairy tale, or riding a beautiful red carriage of a prince, with a white feeling, bring your joy to me! Let's talk about the spectacular scenery in the north: the mountains are covered with snow, the fog is scattered, the wind is howling, and the fire is Ran Ran.
Is your place still full of fragrance and romance? Hum a beautiful folk song, or sing a popular song, accompanied by a warm breeze, let your happiness jump here! Talk about the spring-like scenery in the south: the waves are rolling, the flowers are blooming, the warm wind is whispering, and couples are reluctant.
You put my equally wonderful story into a warm and elegant card, and let the homing pigeon fly quietly to the place where it can stay: the snowy areas in the north and south all the year round. Because there is a pure, elegant and lasting flower in full bloom, it is called friendship.
Family ties are love that cannot be abandoned. In the eyes of parents, we are children who will never grow up. There is indeed a generation gap, and parents' incomprehension often confuses us, so it is normal to be annoyed and tired. When you fall in love with your favorite heterosexual friends during adolescence, you dare not mention it to your parents, because they will convince you with a long speech. But you think they are heartless and kill an ideal love in the cradle. The plummeting grades finally remind you, and then you suddenly realize that our parents are thinking about us. We are too young to fall in love, otherwise we will neglect our studies and delay our future, as they say. When we realize our parents' good intentions, we can talk frankly with them and gradually fill the generation gap that we think is insurmountable with emotion.
In this quiet midnight, homesickness began to spread, parents' hard work was fixed into a classic touching picture, and tears were inevitable.
Tonight, let's drink heartily and raise a glass. I pray to the bright moon, friends and relatives far away, and sincerely say "Happy New Year!"
It's snowing.
At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I accidentally looked out and found that the roof of the low room opposite was surprisingly white. It is ridiculous that I didn't notice the abnormality! At ten o'clock, when I watered the flowers on the windowsill, I blinked in disbelief and cheered: It's snowing!
I lie prone on the windowsill, quietly looking out of the window, and I have an unspeakable happiness in my heart. The snowflake falls magnificently. Under the baptism of the breeze, it is like a roaring, jumping and dancing white flame ... Where it is not covered with snow, it immediately spits out little by little white. Oh, my god, it's brown; The street lamp is orange; Under the illumination of street lamps, the snow was reflected as light yellow. The sky, lights and snow make up the yellow hue, and the chimney in the low room is very special and tall in this yellow world.
My mother is still nagging my father. I ignored them and continued to watch the snow. The light of the street lamp is so soft that there seems to be a breath of spring in it. I don't know why I feel this way. The snow is still falling, soothing and warm. I suddenly have an impulse to rush up, step on the snow, get in close contact with the snow and let it touch my cheek; Abandon all the troubles, worries and sorrows in the world. But I didn't tell my mother what I thought after all. I know my angry parents won't allow me to go out because it's too cold outside, and because it's midnight, they always have their reasons. I watched the snow quietly, soothing and warm ... it's time for bed. I can't bear this snow scene, for fear that it will disappear without a trace tomorrow. Worried that there will be many more footprints in the smooth snow tomorrow; annoyed ......
The moment I lay in bed, I cried because it snowed. I don't need too many reasons, because it snowed, so I cried. Of course, I don't know if my mood is still mixed with resentment against my parents' quarrel and regret that I can't go out to see the snow ... What I know is that I am sincerely happy because of the snow.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow ...
2) Dad can't come back for a holiday this Spring Festival. In order to enrich my winter vacation life and improve my perceptual knowledge of life, my mother decided to take me to my father's construction site for an extraordinary Spring Festival. On February 5th, we set off from Hefei and started my happy journey. Although there are many people on the bus, I am still very happy and excited. Along the way, we took the bus to the train, passed through Anhui Province, Hubei Province and Hunan Province, and came to Huaihua City, Hunan Province, which is located at the junction of Hunan Province and Guizhou Province. Huaihua City is an ancient city, where there is the hometown of Shen Congwen-Phoenix City, and Zhijiang County under its jurisdiction is the surrender place of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. It is also the starting point of the Chongqing-Huaihua Railway, the key project of China's western development.
I have been to many construction sites for the Spring Festival as long as I can remember. He has been to Heze, Shandong Province on Hengshang Line and Fuyang, Anhui Province on Beijing-Kowloon Railway. This time I took the Huai Yu Railway to Huaihua City, Hunan Province. In order to follow my father to the construction site ahead to pay New Year greetings to the workers' uncles, we first traveled along Panshan Highway, passing through Hunan, Guizhou and Chongqing, and made a long journey to Xiushan County, Chongqing. Along the way, the mountains along the roadside are connected into one piece, and the scenery is beautiful. I am also very excited. I forgot the bumps on the winding mountain road and stared at the scenery on both sides of the road. I saw many novel scenery and customs along the way; I saw the unique costumes of local ethnic minorities; A natural waterfall formed naturally. Some waterfalls are small, while others are very swift. The water in that river is crystal clear and really beautiful. I looked at the blue sky, peaks, green vegetable fields and neat rows of trees with excitement. The branches are covered with strings of icicles, which are crystal clear and bright, more beautiful than fog pine. Sometimes some hot air comes out of the distant Woods, like a sea of clouds, hazy. Looking at those beautiful scenery, I really want to find a boat, sit in it and feel the taste of "traveling alone in the illustrated world"
The climate in mountainous areas is cold and humid, and it often rains. No, the muddy narrow road has become slippery because of the continuous rain and snow. After arriving at Xiushan, we changed to the rail car and rushed to the bridge. Although it's New Year's Eve and it's raining in Mao Mao, the sound of paving and bridging is rumbling, and the workers' uncles still stick to their jobs and work hard. At this moment of reunion, they gave up the time to reunite with their families in order to work and take care of everyone. Seeing their hard work, I understand why my father has no weekends and holidays, and why he has little time to come back to visit relatives. He can't stay for a few days when he comes back, and he has to go back. Here, I saw the Yuanliangshan Tunnel, the longest tunnel in the history of newly-built railways, with a total length of 1 1 km. I also saw something I had never seen before: the station was built in a tunnel. The camper where the workers live is half in the tunnel, cold and wet, and half on the bridge. This kind of camper is called "caravan" in mom and dad's unit. Wherever the tracks are laid and the bridge goes, the campers will follow. In winter, Leng Xia is hot. I got on the camper with curiosity and found that they had transformed every carriage into a warm little home, and the beds were neat. Although they are far away from the bustling urban areas, they stick Spring Festival couplets and a "blessing" on the door of each carriage to create a festive atmosphere.
Although the New Year's Eve dinner was not as rich as at home, they did their best. Workers' uncles from different regions sat around talking and laughing without any resentment. Sometimes they will see messages of blessing from their families, and sometimes they will hear their telephone greetings to their families. It seems that they are used to this kind of life.
After the Chinese New Year's Eve, I came to visit his father's brother, came outside the door and set off firecrackers happily. I saw my brother playing "Spaceman". As soon as he lit the fuse, the astronaut flew high! Not to be outdone, I immediately took out the bomber, the big butterfly and the little bee. First, I lit the bomber. The bomber flew quite high, too, but it suddenly exploded as soon as it flew into the air. "ah!" I cried, "Plane crash!" My brother looked at me with a strange smile, as if to say, "Hey, hey, it's still a bomber. In my opinion, it is like a self-destructive machine. " I was angry and lit the "little bee", but the "little bee" didn't fly, but flew forward. My second monk was puzzled and secretly scolded, "Damn it." I couldn't help looking at my brother, who was still smiling at me, as if to say, "Give up, you can't compete with my' astronaut'." Although the environment in this place is very poor, I still feel very happy. Because I am the first passenger on the Huai Yu railway line. I am very proud of this.
On the seventh day, my father led my mother and me to Qili Bridge in Zhijiang, Hunan, and visited the Victory Surrender Memorial Hall in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, People's Republic of China (PRC), where China surrendered in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. This surrender field consists of surrender field, surrender memorial hall and anti-Japanese war victory memorial hall. After reading these, I am very educated and know that our life is hard-won, so we should cherish the good times now.
In a blink of an eye, this winter vacation will be over. Looking back on my winter vacation life, I think it was really an unusual holiday.