New Year's Eve New Year's Eve is a busy time! People are very busy, put up couplets and hang up New Year's paintings; crackling firecrackers like frying sesame seeds in the pan one after another; popping fireworks like a grand celebration held in Tiananmen Square, Beijing, through the streets and alleys, through the skyscrapers, the dark night illuminated as day. New Year's Eve in my hometown is filled with a joyful scene. The night is coming! Waiting for a long time, my sister and I happily took out the "kaleidoscope". I took the fireworks and lighters in a hurry, ready to implement my first plan for New Year's Eve - fireworks. We set off the first firecracker is "a whistling in the sky", with a loud bang, the sky is suddenly as white as day, so spectacular Oh! The first firework we set off was "A Whistling in the Sky", with a loud bang, the sky was as bright as day. As expected, the fairies scattered a basket of flowers in the sky to the earth without pity. The flowers floated in the air and were beautiful! Instantly, the air became a colorful world. My sister and I danced with joy. After that, we released "Parachute", "Seven Fairies" and "Hundred Flowers Running" ...... My New Year's Eve The second plan, without a doubt, was of course to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Our family was sitting in front of the TV, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala with great excitement. Suddenly, my dad's face turned gloomy. I thought: what's wrong with dad? I did not have time to think about it, but my father opened his mouth: "These are really heavenly days!" Dad suddenly came up with such a sentence, I was puzzled, and hurriedly asked, "Dad, what heavenly days ah?" Dad turned down the volume of the TV and said to us, "Children, you don't understand! In the past, we common people suffered a lot!" "Did you see the food on the table at the New Year's Eve dinner today, it's so rich. I wouldn't have dared to think of this in the past." Dad lit a cigarette, took a drag, said in a serious tone: "I often listen to your grandfather said, his era, can have meat on New Year's Eve, will be satisfied, there are many people envy. I remember your grandfather's such a thing: that year before the Spring Festival, your grandfather picked a load of old books to the back of the week to sell. He bought a cut of meat with the money he got from selling the books, and he couldn't eat it when he came back. When he wanted to eat meat, he would look at the hanging pork. Months passed, and the hanging pork was still in good condition. One day, your grandfather climbed up with a wooden ladder to take a look, there was only a skin left - the meat was all eaten by rats! Just like that, people couldn't eat it, but it became a meal for the rats, what a pity!" Said the father stood up, gesturing with his hands, said to us: "You children are now simply fell into the honey pot, what do not have to eat ah, New Year's out to pay tribute to the New Year, the table is the 'three-story building' ah! Especially in recent years, reform and opening up, farmers have embarked on the road to prosperity, the standard of living has improved, the table has changed even more. Even swan meat can be eaten. You should cherish today's happy life!" Yes, the living standard of the working people has indeed improved a lot now. All this is due to the Party's good policy of enriching the people and the Party's good leadership! On New Year's Eve this year, we put up couplets, hang up New Year's paintings, set off fireworks, watch TV, although it is a little busy, but it is colorful, so that I have learned a lot in the midst of the busy. The most unforgettable thing is "listening to memories". My father's words made me understand a lot about the past. ...... or Mid-Autumn Night, the moon is as full as a mirror, and the moon is as bright as a wash. When families put out moon cakes, pomelo, pomegranates, walnuts, peanuts, western claws and other fruits, while enjoying the moon, while chatting, the joy of it, the scene of the melting, how happy. This is what a beautiful picture ah. There is a square near my house. Although it is called Quicksand Square, it actually belongs to the middle school next to it. The south side of the square has two basketball hoops, basketball hoops in the middle of an open-air theater, the square is surrounded by a lot of large trees and trimmed very beautiful flowers and trees. In the center of the square is a green grass and a wide track. This is where the students do their recess exercises and sports activities. The square is closed and open to the public from Monday to Saturday. In the morning and evening, people often walk and run around the square and on the track, or rest on the chairs under the big trees. Square regulations do not allow access to the grass, but some people still can not resist the temptation of the grass, always involuntarily go to the inside to play ball, walk, or sit in groups of three to five on the grass to talk about the day ...... Tonight, my mother and I came to the square for a walk again. We are walking along the flower beds around it, cold a voice in the overhead blasted up: "in the grass inside, immediately give me out! The kid in the middle playing with the ball! Come out now! I'll split the ball!" Wow! That's mean! It turned out to be the plaza gatekeeper issuing another warning! But those people do not care, continue to sit on the grass to rest, anxious gatekeeper with a flashlight from the house to the middle of the square, people then scattered. Originally, my mom and I were in a pleasant mood, we were annoyed by the horn noise. I thought: the grass needs to be protected from trampling and stepping on, and the gatekeeper's intentions were good, but he shouldn't have been so mean about it! There are too few places to move around in our small town, and there is nothing wrong with people wanting to relax on the grass after a meal, so why can't the gatekeeper understand everyone's feelings? Slowly, I got tired of walking, so I took a break and waited for my mom at the gate. There is a dog at the gate, which is owned by the gatekeeper, it is often dragged by the chain, usually very gentle, but today somehow became fierce. I walked carelessly to the door not far from it, and when I was about to pass it, it suddenly jumped up and lunged straight at me. Ah! It was not tugged by the chain! I was so frightened that I ran hastily to one side, and the dog pursued me so hard that a cold sweat broke out on me. At that moment, the gatekeeper bellowed, and the dog stopped and backed away. I told my mom about it, and she said to me, "If you don't mess with it, it usually won't bite you!" Oh! But I didn't mess with it. What a scary walk that was! Thoughts always burn passionately at this turning point in the hearts of strangers accompanied by the winter feeling that permeates the streets of traffic. Do you still have snowflakes there as soft as willow and as light as goose feathers? Drive the beautiful sleigh in the fairy tale, or ride in the prince's beautiful red carriage, scoop up a cup of white sentiment, bring your joy to me! Tell me of the grandeur of the North: the distant mountains, the misty pines, the chilly winds, the fires. Your place is still full of fragrance and romance, isn't it? Hum a melodious ballad, or sing a popular song, with a wisp of warm breeze, let your happiness jump in my place! Tell me about the spring-like scenery in the south: waves rolling in, flowers in splendor, a warm breeze whispering, and couples clinging to each other. You put me here the same wonderful story into the warm elegant card, let pigeons carrying my full of blessings, quietly fly to the place where you can land: snowy North and the four seasons like spring in the South. Because there blooms a pure and elegant, enduring flower, called friendship. Affection is a bond that cannot be broken, and in the eyes of our parents, we are children who never grow up. Generation gap does exist, parents do not understand often make us confused, so it is normal to be tired and exhausted. When you are in love with your favorite friend of the opposite sex, you don't dare to mention it to your parents, because they will convince you with a long speech. And you thought they were being unsympathetic, killing an ideal love in the cradle. Straight down the grades finally reminded you, you just suddenly realized: the original parents are thinking about us, we are still too young, there is no time to fall in love, otherwise it will be, as they say, waste of school delayed future. Waiting to realize that the parents of the good intentions, we will be able to talk to them frankly, gradually fill the original thought of an insurmountable generation gap with emotion. The night is quiet and sparse midnight, homesickness began to spread, the parents hard work of the figure is framed into a classic touching picture into our minds, tears are inevitable. Tonight, let's raise a glass to the moon, drink freely, pray for our distant relatives and friends, and sincerely say "Happy New Year! It's snowing At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I looked out without thinking and realized that the roof of the short house across the street was surprisingly white, so it was funny that I didn't even notice the abnormality! At ten o'clock, when I was watering the flowers on the windowsill, I blinked in disbelief and then cheered: it was snowing! I lay on the window sill, quietly looking out the window, with an indescribable joy in my heart. Snow sprinkled down, in the baptism of the breeze, as a flipping, jumping, dancing white flame ...... has not yet been covered with snow on the place, immediately seeped out of the stars of white. The sky, is brownish yellow; street lamps are orange; snow in the street lamps irradiation, reflected into light yellow. The sky, the lamps, the snow, formed a yellow hue, and the chimneys on the short houses looked very special and tall in this yellow world. Mom was still yammering on about Dad, but I ignored them and continued to watch the snow. The light from the streetlamps was so soft, as if the scent of spring was permeating the area, and I didn't know why I felt that way. The snow was still falling, soothing and cozy. I suddenly had an urge to rush off, to step on the snow, to get close to it, to let it caress my cheeks; to abandon all earthly worries, concerns and sorrows. But I didn't talk to my mom about my idea after all, I know that my parents, who are angry, won't agree to let me go out, because it's too cold outside, because it's already midnight, and they always have their reasons. I quietly look at the snow, soothing and cozy ...... It's time to go to bed, I am fond of this snow scene, worrying that tomorrow will disappear without a trace; worrying that tomorrow's flat snow will be more footprints; worrying that ...... The moment I lay down on the bed, I cried, because the It's snowing. Don't need much reason, because it snowed, so I cried. Of course, I don't know whether the mood is still mixed with the disgust of my parents' quarrel, the regret of not being able to go out to see the snow ...... What I do know is that because it snowed, I was heartily happy. Really look forward to tomorrow ...... into the junior high school The footsteps of time are always so brisk, in the blink of an eye it led me into the junior high school this symbolizes that only hard work can succeed the door. Looking back now, it seems that I am still in the same days when I just entered the first year of junior high school, however, I am already a junior high school student. Into the junior high school, I have become an ideal, have the goal of the child, no, perhaps should not say is a child, but a real person, because I am a year older. Into the junior high school, the nagging sound of parents gradually turned into a late-night study with me and the birth of dark circles and wrinkles, looking at their temples for me and increasingly white, I realized how much responsibility I have, in order to parents, for my own sake, I have to work hard, work hard, work hard again. Into the junior high school, and look at their own three-year friends, and then think of the upcoming parting, there is a kind of indescribable melancholy, perhaps by then, we will again softly chant: "gently I went, as I gently come, I swing a sleeve, do not take away a piece of cloud." Into the junior high school, I think my after-school life will be more boring, because I have to prepare for the midterm examination soon. However, I believe that the study life of junior high school is like a gorgeous rainbow, where there are confident smiles everywhere, and the sweat of hard work is treasured, and behind these, the aroma of success will surely emanate at the same time. I remember Park Shu has a song is so sung: "Never lose my passion, it's on my way, all the colorful days." Indeed, junior high school is a cup of fragrant tea, the entrance may be very bitter, but savor, will find the sweetness; Junior high school is a dream that has not yet been realized, once some effort, you will find that the dream is actually only one step away from reality. Because, into the junior high school, is a colorful day
(Answer: ○ ℃ burning flame Answer time:2010-11-05)