The essay on the culture of my motherland nurturing my growth is no less than 500 words

Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a big house at the foot of the mountain. He loves animals, sports cars and **. He climbs trees, swims, plays football, and loves beautiful girls.

He lived happily ever after, except that he often had to give people a ride. One day the boy said to God, "I thought about it for a long time, and I knew what I needed when I grew up."

What do you need? God asked. "I'm going to live in a big house with a porch in front of two statues of St. Bernard and a garden with a back door.

I am going to marry a tall, beautiful woman with a gentle temperament, long black hair, blue eyes, guitar playing, and a clear voice. "I want to have three strong boys and we can play together. When they grow up, one will be a scientist, the other will be a senator, and the youngest will be a quarterback on the football team.

I want to be an adventurer who sails, climbs, and rescues others along the way. I want to have a red 'Ferrari' and never have to give a ride. "It sounds like a wonderful dream," God said, "and I hope your dream will come true."

Later, one day while playing football, the boy broke down.

Books are an indispensable nourishment, and seeing them is like a hungry person pounced on bread. In my room, there are two large bookcases, which are full of books, from small, thin *** to large, thick encyclopedias. How many times have I fallen asleep with a book, and how many times have I been locked up at home alone, quietly immersed in the sea of books, where I swim, wander, and linger.

When I read about the joy, I can't help but dance with my hands, my face full of joy, and a comfortable smile; When I read about the sorrow, I was saddened by the protagonist's misfortune and shed tears of sympathy; When I read about the humor, I often can't help but laugh out loud and think it's wonderful; When I read something profound, I always frown and meditate; When I read beautiful words, I will take them and savor them. The book is like a wise old man who constantly inspires me, and it is like a sincere friend who talks to me face to face.

I love to read, because books give me knowledge and wisdom, as well as strength and courage. I was like an industrious little bee, flying tirelessly around the garden of books, collecting pollen. **Taught me how to be a human being, poetry evokes my pursuit of a better life, and fairy tales make me feel the beauty and ugliness, truth and falsehood, good and evil ...... life

Traditional Chinese culture - Spring Festival.

There are many traditional festivals in China, such as the Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, etc., but I like it the most.

It's going to be the New Year. Every Spring Festival, every household likes to paste Spring Festival couplets, beat gongs and drums, put up lanterns, and bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

It's extraordinary, and everyone's face is filled with the joy of the holiday. But do you know why there are these festive activities during the New Year?

What about moving? There's a wonderful myth in this, Sakura Jane, and I'll tell you about it!

According to legend, in ancient China, there was a monster called "Nian", with a long head and antennae, and it was extremely fierce.

"Years of living deep under the sea, every Chinese New Year's Eve climb ashore, devour livestock, harm human life. Therefore, every Chinese New Year's Eve, people in villages and villages have to help the elderly.

Flee to the mountains with the young to avoid the damage of the "Nian" beast.

One year on Chinese New Year's Eve, in the middle of the night, the "Nian" beast broke into the village again. It found that the atmosphere in the village was different from that of Shoudou in previous years: it only saw the east end of the village.

In the old woman's house, the door is pasted with big red paper, and the candles in the house are bright.

The beast trembled, screamed, and went to the old woman's house.

Pounced. When he was about to reach the door, there was a sudden explosion sound of "crackling" in the courtyard, and Nian "was frightened and didn't dare anymore."

Walked forward. It turns out that "Nian" is most afraid of red, fire and explosion. At this time, the door of the mother-in-law's house was wide open, and I saw a person dressed in the courtyard.

The old man in the red robe was laughing.

Nian "was shocked and fled in embarrassment.

Since then, every Chinese New Year's Eve, every family will post red couplets, set off firecrackers, and every household will be lit with candles. First.

Early in the morning, I have to go to my relatives and friends to say hello. Later, this custom spread more and more widely, and gradually became the most solemn traditional festival of the Chinese nation.