March 3 is a traditional festival of several ethnic groups in China, among which the Zhuang is typical. The following is my collection of essay related content, welcome to view!
March 3 essay 1March 3, the festival of the Zhuang people, Wuming should be the most lively it. Thousands of people bamboo dance, thousands of people martial arts, thousands of people square dance. The bullfighting. Outside the window, the sky is still hazy, the sky wrapped in this layer of thin silk coat, the sky outside recalled a sound of crisp to the amount of chicken song, breaking the quiet of Wuming, meet the beginning of the March 3, Meng Meng's slumber has not yet awakened, will ring to meet the March 3 passion.
Ten o'clock or so, the sky touched a trace of colorful clouds, we with a happy mood, leisurely to the main venue, into the eyes of the busy streets, lively. Stalls vendors, a glance over, a sea of people, each wearing their own exclusive clothes, colorful, colorful, forming a colorful world, as if the rainbow of colors. Men and women, old and young, all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of people. A gust of wind blew, different aromas came to the nose, gently close your eyes, a picture of food came to mind, there are grilled lamb kebabs, grilled squid, grilled chicken, stinky tofu. All kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of things. Treading this brisk pace, with a happy mood, into the world of food, smell the different flavors, as if into the world of food.
The day slowly darkened, touching a layer of thick clouds wind as if a naughty little elf, clattering blowing, with the passage of time time by time, the concert just started, the sky will be fluttering with a hazy rain, a wisp, a piece of film, a silk, a strip, a burst. Covered the whole world, our enthusiasm was not wiped out, we did not care much, however. God is so ruthless, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, one drop after another like bean dots, have scattered into the earth, relentless rain, relentless time, relentless world forced us into the tent, helplessness accompanied by, ai ~ I gently sighed and sighed, I look at the rain with disappointment, I do not know what feelings in my heart. Time waits for no one, the rain fell for a long time at once, everything is gone, a thousand bamboo dances, a thousand martial arts, a thousand square dances are gone, hey ~ helpless, we went home with regret. The wind blew regretfully, and everything seemed a little sad.
March 3 essay 2Today is the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, for us Yandianzhuang people, is an extraordinary day. Because just seventy years ago today, there are dozens of Yandianzhuang villagers in defense of their homes and martyrdom. So, every year today, we Yandianzhuang villagers have to hold a grand ceremony to mourn them.
This year is no exception, our Yandianzhuang school also prepared a wonderful program. As soon as nine o'clock arrived, the ceremony officially began.
When the crisp bell rang nine times, the male and female hosts came on stage in gorgeous costumes and began to read the opening speech. Then there were ceremonies such as offering flowers to the martyrs, the descendants of the martyrs paying homage to their ancestors, offering incense to the martyrs, and singing the national anthem. Before the show began, the host in my Yandianzhuang village selected ten groups of filial piety family, but also in our sixth grade selected ten young pioneers to send flowers for their awards, which also has me!
Then the show began, first of all, several Yandianzhuang villagers sang "father", "mother in the candlelight" and other songs, our Yandianzhuang villagers of simplicity, enthusiasm are exposed. Then there is our Yandianzhuang school performance of "good day", "in that peach blossom place" and other dances and Mr. Ge sang the "loyalty to the country" have won the audience a burst of warm applause.
March 3 brings us not only lively and happy, it reminds us all the time: don't forget that the good life we have now is the result of the blood of the brave martyrs, and we should always keep it in mind. It also reminds me: we should study hard now, and when we grow up in the future to benefit our hometown!