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Below are the contents of 8 essays about the year, welcome to read!

Composition about the New Year 1 hour, the New Year is a kind of expectation.

As soon as we enter the twelfth lunar month, the countryside that has been dormant for the whole winter - the gray alleys and the sparse woods around them - are slowly coming back to life in the atmosphere of the upcoming Spring Festival.

There are more and more markets and temple fairs distributed in different places.

Early in the morning, people came from all directions, leading their cattle and sheep, carrying handmade bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets, or pulling things to be sold on frame carts.

Various snacks from hometown are also popping up.

Meatball soup, dumplings, fried beef buns, meat dumplings, blast furnace pancakes, and sugar cakes are the highlights of the market. The smoke and aroma wafting from the steaming pots can often arouse the appetite of market-goers passing by.

, after a year of hard work, it’s time to enjoy the delicious food.

So, among the shouts and shouts, some people sat down and slowly enjoyed the rare delicious food in the past year.

The sesame cakes, which are sticky with sesame seeds and sugar syrup and baked with charcoal, have just come out of the oven. The adults took out their coins and bought one for each of the children. They watched the children eating, as if their hard work for a year had been rewarded.

A variety of meat products such as braised beef, pork, pig intestines, and pork liver were placed on the ground or on the cement board. Chinese cabbage, green radish, carrots, garlic sprouts, spinach and other green vegetables were also sold, which was the main staple in winter at that time.

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The ones selling seasonings are also a sight to behold. Chili noodles, fennel, Sichuan peppercorns, etc., freshly ground on simple machines, are also must-have New Year products for many discerning families.

On the winding roads in the countryside, villagers are walking or returning or carrying baskets. In the baskets, there are meat, vegetables, fruits, candles, etc. The joy or sustenance of the year is all there.

It's inside.

Everyone laughed and said hello, as if they wanted to share a good year with each other.

Sporadic firecrackers began to sound in the village, and groups of boys wearing cotton hats appeared from time to time at the village entrance and in the alleys. They must be the messengers to welcome the Spring Festival. They used firecrackers to wake up the dull winter and give them a warm welcome.

The ancient countryside brings vitality and vitality. Their footsteps running in the alleys shake the ice of the creek behind the village, bringing back long-lasting memories of the countryside.

When the sound of firecrackers in the whole village, including the neighboring villages, gradually became sparse, everyone came out and gathered at the entrance of the village or at the end of the alley, smoking cigarettes or cracking melon seeds. Some even set up a card table and played happily together.

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As we all know, the end of the year has passed, and the new year has begun to arrive. In this way, folks use this method to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year, and start their longing for the new year.

Composition about New Year 2 It was already late at night when I got on the bus home.

The car was empty except for me as the only passenger.

I took advantage of the wind that poured in through the half-open car window to fight against the vague drowsiness.

But it was not so much to dispel sleepiness as to see the city's various scenery flying past my eyes more clearly.

I know that such a vague scenery can gradually make those vague memories in my heart clear.

I think of those elders who were so drunk that their faces were red and their necks were thick.

Every year, they would use all kinds of fallacious arguments to force me to drink a small glass of liquor as a resolute refusal.

I'm not a big drinker. Just a small glass made me feel dizzy.

But thanks to this, I can escape from the fine net woven by the noise at the banquet early and try this year's fireworks.

The fireworks broke into gorgeous stardust in the indestructible night, like meteors in reverse direction, streaking from the ground to the sky.

Perhaps it was those fleeting surprises and the unique smell of gunpowder and saltpeter that formed my initial impression of the concept of "Chinese New Year" when I was young.

Later, when I got a little older, I still drank a lot, but I began to feel that celebrating the New Year was a boring thing.

I always think that those fathers traveled thousands of miles back to this city just to get drunk.

The so-called nostalgia of ancient and modern poets and poets is a kind of "forced expression of sorrow".

So the Spring Festival in those years didn’t make me feel very happy, and the relevant memories were just indulging in virtuality in my room day and night.

And now I actually feel a sense of belonging from this familiar night wind.

The more than 200 kilometers between home and school is only a few dozen minutes of high-speed rail ride, but short, it can change the rebellion rooted in my heart.

I gradually began to miss the weird smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with adults, the bustling wine table, the hand-wrapped dumplings at home at 12 o'clock in the morning, the colorful reverse meteors, and the sound of firecrackers that always woke me up from my sleep.

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I finally realized that I was the "young man who didn't know the feeling of sorrow", just as Mr. Zhu Ziqing said, "I was always too smart at that time."

Perhaps the two big characters "Taste of the Year" are carved from the two small characters "Missing".

Although we and the people we miss have experienced another year of vicissitudes when we meet again, and there have been some subtle changes. When we see these changes, we are either happy or surprised, but we still look forward to it.

This is a banquet.

The guests of honor had a great time, and after the banquet was over, everyone could not help but sigh with emotion, "There is no banquet in the world that never comes to an end."