Less in the snow and warm season, the Spring Festival imperceptible buried insipid life, had come.Looking at new calendar on the wall, counting the last Spring Festival near in the day of the century, how the years in a hurry, time is a calm and a busy year. Childhood years nearly, accumulate more or less good impression then faded, is no longer the firecrackers fireworks dumplings "lucky money" s, no longer look forward to their older, more knowledgeable and ten percent, rather than the Spring Festival is the most happy, let a person than a suddenly realized that the age of aging, responsibility for the major barrier.
Broadly to congratulate once, say a few words of Old English words, write the nostalgia in the spring of the article, would have lost that day.As the host, say this year's event, feeling now, think about the future, but is to win the applause famous people compliment.Self-deception, I do not say, we may expect too much, the Spring Festival is just a ordinary day in 365 days a year, we injected about it too much cultural connotation and commercial hype, looks very heavy.Actually, let us with a common heart to stay, inhibit the expectations and agitation, eating and drinking, talking and laughing, to visit friends and relatives of the program, get some subtler satisfaction. 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
Once upon a time, the Spring Festival to me a lot of beautiful and unforgettable memories.I think that today's children and I was always the same, feel the grand festival and holiday.However, different ages have different experience, may be my personality and interests, no matter how to render all kinds of media bombardment, my real feeling is always unsatisfactory, than usual days, how many of the helpless, the more tired tired and heavy.Parents have to go to there, also have to go to the relatives and friends there, meet colleagues have to, substance always nothing more than to eat and drink.Have a thriving and happy New Year and prosperous cliche said very uneasy but had to be repeated over and over again until.Parade is on shopping, guessing burn, a gift year after year heavy repeat endlessly.People like a gyroscope, be it flips the rotation, you don't know where is the centre of gravity.So overwhelmed festival, we have tried the excitement of childhood, watch the circulation of the party through the night, listen to belong to other people's laughter, feeling is his sleepy eyes, disappointment, to stomach.I'd rather like usual, simple fare, go to bed at ten o 'clock, temporary see book for a while, or make a circle with your friends.Always feel in the days of the universal huan, I don't have the slightest interest, even has a good appetite.
Tradition, culture, history, customs, the original is the product of human, is our ancestors made it, from generation to generation we kept copy version, and the evolution of play to make it brilliant, more network propaganda let it fit variation, it ultimately restrain ourselves, violating the human nature of at least a little - one is the desire for freedom and happiness, the Spring Festival, is a most clear mirror, from which everybody can see, so tired of negative face, is the appearance of your childhood?Even the shadow of a moment of joy.
Yes, we continue to old and feel nothing.This year's Spring Festival is the Spring Festival next year to copy, today's unhappy tomorrow is likely to evaporate, memory filtering made everyone heart shadow and sad, the rest may be may call it the beautiful things, but once?There is no our position, that is after a blur, virtual, knowing that is false we need to repeat, also written articles, coax coax people and children.
Not old, afraid of only the innocence of childhood
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