【篇一】以年味为题的初三英语作文
Back against the wooden door, the wooden door was smooth and gray, sending out the winter sunshine of the warm hearth of the firewood. Grandpa sizzled the smoke and added firewood to the stove. Grandma stir-fried the pot, the smoke filled the kitchen, and I coughed.
In the evening, the smoke rose a little in the distance, straight, not thick, slightly higher, and gradually dispersed. Then the long, gracious shout spread out across the open fields and Banks. A strong local accent, full of love. If two or three voices were still missing, the mother or grandmother would run out of the gate and yell. Madadayo smoke, fuzzy propaganda, bit by bit ManHuan, faint sweetness of MCE. Now I sit at the desk of the classroom, let the voice of the old year be invisible in the mind, and with the regret that can not be touched back to the past, but beautiful.
Hares, playing a match crackers, huddled in the kitchen to eat just out of the plane, plain is the most realistic daily life, no rhetoric, not faceted plain text, between the lines reveals is the author of deepest miss home, feeling light and strong.
【篇二】以年味为题的初三英语作文
Time in the fingers inadvertently flow through, the Spring Festival is approaching, the flavor of the year is also gradually thick.
In people's hearts, in the past year, or sorrow, or joy, or moved has become history, instead, is looking forward to meet with the relatives of the eager and beautiful vision of the future, under the prompting of the mood, quietly, a festival atmosphere dispersion in every household, diffuse in the streets...
In the home, the taste is even more. In the bedroom, we are holding a mobile phone in the above shipment means such as fly, forwarding over and over again, back to send text messages, shining good wishes in the fingers slip, friendship and affection through this kind of new media also transfer between each other. In the living room, younger brothers and sisters, sometimes in pursuit of play, sometimes lie at the old man's side and listen to their stories about the past. In the kitchen, the churning dumplings were steaming, and in a hearty meal, the oil was grunting on the sauteed meat. The children laughed and cried, singing and dancing on the screen. In a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere, the warm affection mingled with the delicious smell of the food and the flavor of the family.
In my opinion, it is the taste of firecrackers and the taste of dishes. It is not only the taste of family, but also the t
【篇三】以年味为题的初三英语作文
The New Year arrives, wearing big red clothes, wearing big red hat to greet this festive day -- Spring Festival. The crackle of firecrackers exploded with firecrackers.
Unexpectedly, he ate another coin. I'm not convinced. Mother mused for a moment, said: "listen to the firecracker kid heart in, see change the peach is old xing." I cheer for my mother, she is my idol. The old lady is not in a panic, said: "the celebration of the New Year's laughter, the red rock lady to the plum blossom." The elder sister gave an emotional kiss to the aunt. It was grandpa's turn, but this time he had no manners. He walked up and down the door and said, "I won't." We all fainted and ate five of them.
This New Year's round son let me eat the taste of the year, ate the taste of happiness......
【篇四】以年味为题的初三英语作文
"Ding dong", the bell sound, walked over and opened the door, is a friend in the country, carrying a bag full of Fried sugar flowers come in (sugar flower is the local flavor of a kind of pasta, bun and a), on the table.
What we hope most is the age of thirty. The day had to get up early, and the sun began to stick to the couplet. At that time of the couplet is mostly buy two pieces of red paper, please write murakami will people write to, the village has a two teacher to write a few decent Chinese calligraphy, some people simply make studying children write their own, we go to school when I was a child have special brush calligraphy class, the students will write calligraphy basic. The couplet, in our house is my own write their own, sometimes also wrote also neighborhood, though written not how good, but not the literacy of people in the countryside, I can deceive, mom and dad looking at are proud of it. After the couplet, we should put a string of firecrackers, from the sound of firecrackers, the beginning of the New Year, even if officially opened.
Mothers can want to busy today, all kinds of vegetables ready early and put a big fat meat, Chinese cabbage vermicelli, tofu on cooked in a pot full of delicious food, the family around the stove hot to eat two bowls of hot, feel happy. Mother took the bowl chopsticks to pick up, such as would carefully from a mahogany box bring out our new clothes shoes, for our children, this is the most happy moment, for a year, body only when the Chinese New Year a new, the village children together, the first thing to do is to show off each other's new clothes.
【篇五】以年味为题的初三英语作文
Early in the morning, I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers downstairs. I scrambled out of bed and looked down. Oh, come on, the New Year is coming!
Just then, the doorbell rang, and the master, happily, opened the door and said, "oh, here you are! I want to die!" I also shook his tail to the past, but opened the door, is a stranger, I have never seen me grinning, blunt he call, he handed the host an envelope: "aunt, I am your son's staff, chairman of occupy, don't come, his daughter and wife to travel abroad, also won't be able to come, this is chairman of the board for you, wish you happiness as immense as the Eastern Sea." "Then he went away. I sniffed the envelope and smelt a foul smell: money, money, money! I don't know what that thing can do, but even I know that the host doesn't want it. All she wants is the warmth and happiness of reunion.
The host put the envelope down, picked me up and said to himself, "we're only going to be together this year, wangwang." There is a hidden disappointment and loneliness in the face. I licked my master's hand. She lowered her head and smiled reluctantly. "wangwang, I'm fine. Let's have a happy New Year together!"
This year again, after the simple meal, the owner did not go down to set off firecrackers, but quietly holding me, watching TV quietly, without laughter, without comment. Everything was quiet except for the sound of television and firecrackers. No, don't worry about us. We won't cry because we are lonely, or we won't cry because we are alone. Not for the first time. Oh, my! What is the flavor of the year, how can I forget??
