家乡的春节 Spring Festival in my hometown

Chinese New Year, a happiness, pleased festival.It but is a cold and dreary day only now.Before starting to remember, the whole family sat on a table, opening happy the heart had reunited rice.Then the children wait for adult hair New Year's Money.This is a what and happy matter, but faces this now"hell" I am unique can make of only think, only think the happiness of that time, that time of joy, I of the mind top then can get the consolation of a little.The Chinese New Year which has another year ago is so of jollification, I want to return to pass by how, returning to that to be filled with a love, being filled with to smile of world.Which fear one fine day, only have an hour all right, as long as can let me feel to love once, feel to smile once, paying regardless what, I would like to.That but is impossible, my understanding that is impossible, so I can sink to immerse in the imagination.

I remember for the last Chinese New Year, I lead of very pleased.On the avenue, the inside of the small way, the children take New Year's Money, seeking a that candied haws on a stick seller old grandpa