春节英语作文

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Two years ago in April, Grandpa finished the last spring festival in his life and hurried away.

After the Laba, with snow falling, near the cold winter, there is Grandpa's words that strolled tired feet gently pushed the door gently picked up the edge approached, Chuila angle, for me to mask mask.

The Spring Festival, in the hope of childhood, is always late, waiting for the days of growing up, I do not know when, the reeds gradually turn green. The Spring Festival is like an Ling Xu to corrugated fall grass, soundless and stirless tile roofed house in his hometown, every new year's Eve in the morning, Grandpa up: "we have thirty year the twelfth lunar month, eat meat to kill chan"! The year's taste is over the small courtyard, haunting the child's longing small mouth, floating in the happy children's song.

We have another one after the Spring Festival to Grandpa carefully rushed tall. Grandpa is a pair of coarse litter hands, gradually could not care, old tottering child, when my cousin is standing behind him, my grandfather has a bald look, smile.

When I was 10 years old, I moved into the city from my home, and I still had a long taste of the year. Comfortable life, narrow dwelling, often make grandpa and grandma sat in front of the door, Grandpa suck with tobacco, grandma knitting, miss home yard, full field dew, country sounds, a hand handle the guayang grains, and miss it in front of the jujube tree.

The last Spring Festival, the grandfather is still busy, he seems to be always the host of this festival, anyone can ignore, but he can not. When we come back from all over the country, we don't pay attention to it, and grandpa's Spring Festival is here. Only remember him "nagging".

Evil, the grandfather tortured skinny. A few months after the Spring Festival, Grandpa threw up a lot of unfinished worries in a night, and I hurried away. I kept a step away from his bed without leaving any comforting words for him.

The following year the Spring Festival, people drowned in the infinite grief, carefully hiding sad topic seems to fall more fear of grief. In the conversation we tried to move the subject as far as possible, and the cousin suddenly said, "at this time, I think of Grandpa. If only he was there! " Mom listened to grandma heard crying, tears. What a sad scene!

The Spring Festival lively and peaceful, the old rhyme, a spring of water vapor. Without grandpa's companionship, this year has been somewhat sad. It is almost the tears and tears of the new year's Eve's supper. It's always the feeling that blood is thicker than water.

Spring Festival, for me, is both happy and unforgettable ……此处隐藏1058个字……ll not dare to go home at night, will be eaten by the dog. It was getting dark, all the chicken finally back to the nest, the moment of happiness again, my sister and I took the match cannons, 1 vigorously to the pond in front of the grandma put, Fried up quite a large hole, and there is a fish die in my hand. We then found a huge mussels, my sister gave it to catch up, I put the gun into the inside, just listen to "bang" a loud noise, mussels blown away, I found there are mud, and hard, this means that the mussels died a long time ago, so pitiful.

The next morning, daddy home having brother finally came back from Beijing, under the guidance of kou kou elder brother, the three of us and started to play the Fried bull shit, take the gun into cow excrement, then lit cannons, immediately run away, lest a shit, this bull shit is soft, because next to the cow, just pull it out. I quietly in a gun, then, I quickly lighted, don't tell my sister, after having brother see, hurry up to remind my sister, sister also ran away immediately, then Fried gun, almost a Fried sister. Then we blew up all the bullshit around us. Then we started to set fire to the field, and of course we had to choose a field far away from the house, so that it wouldn't be dangerous. We got a long way from the village of shelf-space lit, started the fire is not big, we think is not enough, he pulled some hay into the fire, then suddenly the wind was blowing, suddenly big fire up, along the ridge from one end to the other, to see the bigger the fire to burn, I panicked, hurriedly called adults on extinguishing miao, I hurriedly take clod to hit again, I didn't think the mother said: it is quite a long way from the house, wasn't near the tree, the earthen burn, the fire will die. Sure enough, ten minutes passed, and the fire itself went out. Then we burned on the ridge for a while, and I asked my mother, will the burnt grass grow again next year? Mother said: yes, you don't have to worry, the wild fire is endless, the spring breeze is born again, next spring it will grow again.

I didn't think the time was so fast. After dinner, my uncle and uncle drove to take us to grandma's house. I had to say goodbye to grandpa, grandma, sister and so on.

This year's Spring Festival is very happy, hope that next year can come back to set fire, firecrackers!

My plan of next year

A new year ，a new start，when I stand on the edge of a new year，I can't help thinking about my plan of next year。

Just as the old saying：“Well began is the half of the success。”So I decide that I should be at work while the others are still relaxing ，and then ，at the beginning ，I'm quicker than the others and of course I will get better result than the others。

But ，what I really decide to do is that I must make good of anytime I can spare though it seems impossible。 While，I will do my best to live up with what I have planned，and the result will prove it。