The spring festival air is cold with warm, the sun is warm, people are warm, and the heart is warm. The street is full of new year goods, like walking in a pleasant Tianjie. The people on the Tianjie Street seem to be busy. I think they are humming New Year’s songs like me. They are happy.

I like Spring Festival fireworks best.

It was quite a while before the Chinese new year, I turned to the calendar and asked my parents, “have you bought the fireworks? Have you bought the Spring Festival couplets?…” if not, I would take them to the fireworks store, pick the largest box and take a bundle of fireworks sticks. This is the simple and pure beauty of my childhood. The Spring Festival is a festival of extraordinary significance to the Chinese people. People slow down from their busy pace. There are several relatives and friends, a table of good dishes, a chat, a piece of fireworks and a hometown. I am in this festival, some excited, some nervous, some moved. I’ll never forget my favorite fireworks. On New Year’s Eve when I was a child, I like to lie down in the window to see whose fireworks are big, and I like to listen to whose firecrackers sound on the night of the first day of the new year. It’s the loudest and loudest in my family.

I like the year of the rooster because it is my life year. Early in the morning, I changed into the new clothes I had already prepared and went to pay New Year’s greetings to my elders. My grandparents gave me two big red envelopes. My mother and aunts were busy in the steaming kitchen. The sound of “Deng Deng Deng” cutting vegetables, the crying of my little nephew, the news broadcast my grandfather liked, and my father’s laughter of playing mahjong with his relatives and friends… Merged into the Spring Festival Symphony. What a fresh and familiar new year’s Eve. A table of good dishes on the stage represents the best food of the Spring Festival – chicken legs. Don’t give it to me anymore. Clip it to my nephew. This is also the growth of the Spring Festival, isn’t it?

After dinner, clusters of fireworks rise in the night sky, like the Milky Way hanging in the air, flowing forever. The general park is full of people and sparks. The neighbor’s child lit a fireworks stick. What curled up was human fireworks. I walked along a comfortable path in the countryside, holding my father’s hand. The lights in the windows of people’s houses on both sides were bright, and the light on my head was blooming. The crackling sound was received by the moonlight, and came out from the soft clouds. It was very nice to hear. I looked up at the sky. They were fireworks, sparks, happiness and hard work gathered by thousands of families. They all belonged to the Chinese people, a simple and extraordinary Spring Festival. The light that stays in the heart can be touched with your hand; The warm future will always guard us.

春节的空气是冷中带暖,太阳是暖的,人是暖的,心是暖的。街上满是年货,就像走在一个愉快的天街上。天街上的人似乎很忙。我想他们像我一样哼唱新年歌曲。他们很高兴。

我最喜欢春节烟火。

在春节前的很长一段时间,我翻开日历问父母,“你买了烟花吗?你买了春联吗?……”如果没有,我会带他们去烟花店,挑一个最大的盒子,带一捆烟花。这就是我童年单纯的美。春节对中国人民来说是一个意义非凡的节日。人们从忙碌的步调中放慢脚步。有几个亲戚朋友,一桌好菜,一次聊天,一片烟花和一个家乡。我在这个节日里,有些兴奋,有些紧张,有些感动。我永远不会忘记我最喜欢的烟火。小时候的除夕夜,我喜欢躺在窗前看谁的鞭炮大,我喜欢在新年第一天的晚上听谁的鞭炮声。这是我家里声音最大的。

我喜欢鸡年,因为它是我的生命年。一大早,我换上我已经准备好的新衣服,去向长辈们拜年。我的祖父母给了我两个大红包。我母亲和阿姨们在热气腾腾的厨房里忙着。“邓邓”切菜的声音,我小侄子的哭声,我爷爷喜欢的新闻广播,还有我爸爸和亲戚朋友打麻将的笑声。。。融入了春节交响乐。多么新鲜熟悉的除夕夜啊。舞台上一桌好菜代表了春节最好的食物——鸡腿。别再给我了。把它夹在我侄子身上。这也是春节的增长,不是吗?

晚饭后,一串串的烟花在夜空中升起,像银河一样悬在空中,永远流淌。公园里到处都是人和火花。邻居的孩子点燃了一根烟火棒。卷起来的是人类的烟火。我牵着父亲的手,走在乡间一条舒适的小路上。两边人家的窗户上灯火通明,我头上的灯光也在绽放。劈啪作响的声音被月光接收,从柔软的云层中传出。听到这个消息很高兴。我仰望天空。它们是烟火、火花、幸福和努力,由成千上万的家庭聚集在一起。他们都属于中国人,一个简单而不平凡的春节。留在心里的光可以用你的手触摸;温暖的未来将永远守护着我们。

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