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高一春節(jié)英語(yǔ)手抄報(bào)篇一
a new year's eve firecrackers. melody in the new year, fireworks is low and grand drums, heavy yet explosive, accompanied by a large umbrella of scattering flowers, jinlong fall and arc of the rainbow, here every corner of the flower, a pair of, a group of cheng fang, a piece, a world, in a sudden the incomparable luster. and on the square table, and celebrate the applause, light spirit is ringing, can not help but think of "harps friend" -- it is natural to performance, the smile of gentle feeling let everyone around without his joy. then a sound clear gong, it is in the middle of the night the cheer of the new year, is not so short but lingering sound waves, times, stretches, like a stream, seeped into next year. in the end, a string of bells sound, it so mysterious, as if the passage of time, is at the end of the sea and the nien beast roar.
through every form, and to have bouts of aroma. like bacon that hard sweet, like the mutton soup hot sweet, like the natural aroma of coarse grains like steamed bread fresh incense, sweet like a sausage chewy, like dumplings a pack of sweet juice, like nuts, crisp sweet, like good old 994 stuffed sweet chunchun... the fragrance, as they themselves. a wisp of fragrance, flavor, a dish, a table, a handful of happiness. i like dumplings, white white fat, quietly lying on the soup. it successfully, that sweet thick sesame paste, now a love heart.
jianju the most popular cartoon "bears in the new year's day" in a situation: even if a lumberjack, also know that mother's dumplings, dad's wine, are looking forward to the calendar page, end the arrival of the new year's eve. whether it's cold rime, shaking winter bamboo shoot, a speeding train, shimmering bright lights... township, there is only one, let the wanderer to gallop tirelessly.
but you have such a scene: in the mobile phone clicking, hands of quick-frozen dumplings immodesty slide to the ground, fell to pieces, like a boom ray reminds you, want to travel to hong kong this year spring festival. so, the sound? taste? township?
一個(gè)春節(jié)，無(wú)疑便在于聲、味、鄉(xiāng)。
爆竹聲中一歲除。過(guò)年的曲譜中，煙花是低沉而隆重的大鼓，重重的一聲聲爆響，伴隨著大傘的散花、金龍的出落和弧形的彩虹，在這兒的每個(gè)角落一朵、一雙、一群、一片、一世界地盛放，在瞬間迸發(fā)出無(wú)與倫比的光彩。八仙桌上的談笑，與慶祝的掌聲，輕靈清脆，不禁聯(lián)想到“琴瑟友之”——它自然是盡情的琴聲了，笑的柔和讓周圍的每個(gè)人都情不自己地歡欣起來(lái)。然后是一聲清亮的'鑼響，它就是午夜時(shí)分新年的那一陣歡呼，雖短，但余音裊裊，不絕如縷，一直綿延著，就如一條溪，汩汩地流向明年。最終，有一串編鐘聲，它那么神秘，好像是時(shí)間的流逝，是滄海盡頭年獸的咆哮。
走過(guò)每一個(gè)門洞，都有一陣陣的香飄來(lái)。像是臘肉那硬硬的香，像是羊肉湯那熱乎乎的香，像是粗糧天然的香，像是饅頭新鮮出爐的香，像是香腸有嚼勁的香，像是餃子一包汁的香，像是堅(jiān)果干脆的香，像是陳年佳994釀醇醇的香……這香味，就如它們本身。一縷香，一絲味，一盤菜，一桌人，一捧幸福。我最喜歡湯圓，白白胖胖，安靜地躺在湯里。它圓滿的外表下，那甜稠的芝麻餡，宛然一顆愛(ài)心。
簡(jiǎn)舉最紅的動(dòng)畫片《熊出沒(méi)之過(guò)年》中的一情景：就算一個(gè)伐木工，也懂得，媽媽的餃子，爸爸的酒，都是期待著日歷的那一頁(yè)，歲末除夕的到來(lái)。不管是冰冷的霧淞，晃動(dòng)的冬筍，飛馳的火車，燦亮的燈光……鄉(xiāng)，只有一個(gè)，讓游子不倦地飛奔。
但是你的身邊有這樣的場(chǎng)面嗎：在手機(jī)的點(diǎn)擊聲中，手里的速凍湯圓不慎滑落在地，跌得粉碎，像轟雷般提醒了你，今年春節(jié)要去香港旅游。如是這樣，聲呢?味呢?鄉(xiāng)呢?
高一春節(jié)英語(yǔ)手抄報(bào)篇二
banging the firecrackers and finally promote the time to 20xx, the people excited sleepless nights, the fireworks in the night and fireworks exploding in the dark night, laughter printed on each person's face, on the composition of the spring festival.
on the morning of the first day of the new year, according to the custom of the hometown, the elders should not only pay a new year's greetings to the elders, but also pay a "new year" to the family. so early in the morning, we drove toward home, the last year and this year's harvest hope told ancestors, we, too, with the feelings of joy and excitement to the countryside, the ancestor worship offering.
my hometown is in the country, and according to our custom, it is the forefathers of the father. but this year is not the same. after all the discussion, we decided that the fathers and parents of both parents should worship the sacrifice.
rural road, everywhere can see could crowd, all carry the incense and paper money, with offerings, to their ancestral burial site, everyone's face with a laugh, and i can see you, everyone good harvest last year, are anxious to put himself a year of harvest told underground people first.
of firecrackers, asked all the way, all the way, soon, we got to grandpa's grave, father lit candles, lit prepare paper, and also put up the firecrackers, and then solemnly upon the three heads, the last year and this year's harvest hope told grandpa's soul.
next, everyone salutes in turn.
高一春節(jié)英語(yǔ)手抄報(bào)篇三
after the fathers had been sacrificed to the father, we drove along the path to our mother's ancestors, along with the sound of firecrackers, the sounds of questioning and the laughter of the ears.
since the graves of my mother's ancestors were more than a dozen miles away, and all of them were country roads, we were in a hurry to catch up earlier. because just snowed, the road is not very easy, we decided not to go into gully, but from the hillside to find the path with the dry point, suddenly, i saw a lonely grave, weeds from birth, and no one visit.
i thought, if people really have the spirit of heaven, don't they feel lonely, their children? i told dad the idea.
the father said: "to worship the deceased ancestors, formerly a feudal superstition activity, but now, has simplified, is only a kind of etiquette, is to own ancestors of respect."
after the meal, my father said, "this year our country has suffered a snowstorm, so many people can't rush home to celebrate the new year, but they have been talking on the phone to greet their families. if people knew it first, they would understand it.
"there are still many people, they are busy in their respective jobs, this year our country will host the olympic games, the country is speeding up development, everyone is working hard!"
i thought, "yes, if the ancestors knew it, they would understand and be happy. people are building a good new life."
before long, we arrived at mother's ancestral grave, the same feelings, the same worship, i also solemnly made three bow.
walking back, i found a new cement road to the mountain village, there are many busy people, carrying bag, and walked out this unfinished road, on their way to their jobs.