The theme composition of grade five, about 800 words.

The air is filled with firecrackers mixed with festive atmosphere. Small pieces of red from firecrackers are flying all over the sky, just like the elves dancing a beautiful waltz in 2008. People went to visit one after another, and the streets and alleys were filled with people's happy laughter.

Walking out of the house and looking at people coming and going in the street, that kind of heartfelt smile makes people feel warm. Two red lanterns hanging high at the door give off quiet light. The sun, which has not appeared for several days, came out with a smile, emitting a hazy and warm light. I don't know whether the flowers and plants are painted with rouge because of the arrival of the New Year, or whether they are beaming because of the prosperity of the New Year, and their faces are painted with a touch of red. Walking into the alley, I met many people walking from door to door. Everyone happily said "Happy New Year", which made me feel a sincere and warm atmosphere. The younger brother and sister next door, dressed in red, skipped over with a string of candied haws in their hands, leaving only a string of silvery laughter. Not far away, the sound of fireworks attracts people. Looking at the flashing fireworks in the sky, they bloom like epiphyllum, and the scattered light flies everywhere, like a fairy scattering flowers, or like someone throwing a handful of broken gold in the air, and the gold dances lightly like a butterfly. Fireworks show their most beautiful side to the earth, and people feel its charm. ...

Walking into the neighbor's house, the picture of decoration suddenly came into view. With a cheerful smile on his face, he came in shouting "Happy New Year". Grandma is sitting in a plush chair, wearing a red robe and full of energy! Please let me sit down when you see me come in. My little brother gave me sweet dates to eat, and his mouth said auspicious words to make people happy. My uncles and aunts, all flushed, wish me a happy new year! Sitting in a chair, feeling this deep homesickness, I can't help feeling a little more cordial. Knocking on melon seeds, I chatted with them and told various stories to make them happy. Happy laughter floated to the hearts of every household with the wind. ...

The Spring Festival is an important folk custom left over from thousands of years. What matters in the Spring Festival is not what to eat and wear, but the warm and sincere feelings for home fire that gush from everyone's heart. Not only the Spring Festival, but every traditional festival has its profound meaning.