new Year

In my day-to-day hope, the New Year has finally arrived, and people are busy. The small stalls selling fireworks and firecrackers also came out to do business, and the streets and alleys were boiling.

This evening, from time to time, there will be several families who will ignite the fireworks and put them on the sky. Sometimes there are a few naughty children who come to join in the fun, holding the "guns" in their hands and throwing them on the ground, causing the earth to hurt. He was stripped and shouted. Each household turned on the lights, and some people watched TV; some people were eating reunion dinners; others were having family concerts at home. The sky is full of colorful sparks, and the ground is full of thousands of lights.

I also talked with a few old classmates about jokes and telling stories. My heart suddenly remembered a poem:

In the sound of firecrackers, one year old,

The spring breeze warms into the Tusu.

Thousands of households next day,

Always replace the old peach with the old one.

Yes, in the lively firecrackers, I sent away the unforgettable old age; how many warm spring breeze brought the New Year to the smiling people. We were one year older, and every household opened their doors and windows, letting the bright sunshine of New Year's Day shine into the house.

In this sound of firecrackers, why not be mixed with the gongs and drums and cheerful instrumental music, why not be filled with hearty laughter?

I am one year older, I should be more sensible. Mom and Dad have done so much work on me. I have to study hard. When I grow up, I will glory for my motherland and contribute to my motherland. Ten years of trees, a hundred years of trees. I will not live up to the pains of my parents and teachers.