400 words essay on the Spring Festival of high school, five high school essays, about the Spring Fes

I also like the Spring Festival, a traditional festival that Chinese value very much, a favorite festival for children, because there are red envelopes, candy, and firecrackers, but I think the most important thing is that the Spring Festival is a festival of family reunion, seeing the crowded crowd in the railway station square before the festival, each of them has a tired but more joyful look of returning home on their faces, you can know that the weight of the Spring Festival in the hearts of this group of people leaving home is unmatched by any festival; The Spring Festival also means the beginning of a new year, no matter how much melancholy and how many unsatisfactory things in the past year, they will disappear with a greeting to each other.

Spring is here, and there should be hope. I hope we will not forget some long-standing national traditions, which are the intangible spiritual wealth left by our ancestors and are priceless treasures.

The score is so small that no one will do it.

January 1, 2011, a new year, a new day, a new beginning. Everything is new.

I still remember a few days ago, at the end of 20010, I was a little panicked, and I sighed with my friends on MSN, how did life go so quickly? Those post-80s and post-90s children all call us "Auntie", look at how young they are, a "Auntie" suddenly pulled out a long distance.

On December 31, 2010, my mood suddenly calmed down and calmed down. Isn't it another year? What should go always has to go, and what should come will come sooner or later.

On the last day of 2010, everyone was in a hurry, either rushing home, or rushing to go shopping to welcome the countdown to the new year, which was a kind of warmth. I suddenly remembered the night of the millennium in 2000, and it was also such a lively night with so many people. The difference is that there was no moon as round and bright as tonight, and that night was not as cold as this night.

10 years, it seems to be just a moment of passing by.

Go swimming on the first day of the new year. The water was a little cold, and some couldn't find the state, but it still lasted 1500 meters. If people must find an outlet for their own thoughts, then, in addition to reading, writing, **, swimming is also my choice.

In the water, even if I am walking alone, I can see the other side and will not lose my way.

The calendar of 2011, the traditional old imperial calendar, I don't have much interest in those so-called auspicious days of the zodiac, I just know that I have to tear one out every day, every day I send away a yesterday, face a today, and think about another tomorrow. Every day I count the years.

2010 has passed, along with all the unhappy days. The new year will not be all happy, some contradictions and some helplessness will suddenly appear in front of me on a certain day in a certain month, and I still have to face it. Maintaining joy in the face of complexity is my favorite attitude towards life.

In 2011, reading, writing, **, swimming, all of these must be continued, and they must be more focused.

In 2011, I was willing to listen in silence, think and reflect in silence.