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Unforgettable Spring Festival


The Spring Festival is coming again. In the cheers of the children, in the crisp sound of firecrackers in the morning, it once again came to an end.

For many children, the arrival of the Spring Festival is pleasing, they sing and they dance to celebrate their festive thrift. But for me, the Spring Festival is not so good, but the arrival of the Spring Festival cannot bring me joy. Because, I am a child of a poor family.

When I woke up in the Spring Festival morning, I was thinking: "If I can accidentally get my parents' lucky money in the morning, I can have a lot of snacks to eat, how good it is! When I think of it, I can't help but jump out of bed, but I can't help but jump out of bed. The ruthless facts have forced me to extinguish the fire of hope in my heart. I have to warn myself once again: Don't worry about it again, you are the child of the poor family, then, I only sit silently at the door and look at other homes. The children’s happy faces.

It was a burst of crisp firecrackers that pulled me back from the past. Yes, I should get up, even though I can't get my parents' lucky money, and there is a dazzling array of snacks, the bed can still afford.

I finished the brushing at a very fast speed. When I stepped out of the door, the scene in the hall attracted my attention, yes! That is the snack that my parents put out, that's right! When I thought about this, my mother came over and took a brand new RMB 50 in my hand. I said with infinite love: "Li, Happy New Year, this is your lucky money this year, take it, don't lose it!" I was shocked. Asked: "Mom, our family is in a bad condition, take the old money to dry up?" Mom smiled: "Stupid child, reform and opening up for so long, my family is much better, my parents used to be sorry for you, but later, no need If you are poor, you can safely hold it." "There is still a snack there, eat more." I jumped and ran to the snack, grabbed a lot, and happily ate a bite.

I leaned against the door, holding a snack in one hand, holding the lucky money that my mother gave me in one hand, and then looking at the scenes of the children in the distance, listening to the big people saying "New Year's Fortune", ears It’s the sound of firecrackers, and I’m not happy with it. Listening to the big people’s saying “New Year’s Fortune”, the ears are the sound of firecrackers, and the hearts are not very happy.

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