Day by day, the New Year has come and people are busy. The small stand that sells fireworks and firecrackers is out to do business, the street is a scene of boiling.

  This evening, from time to time, several families lit the fireworks and put them away. Sometimes a few mischievous young children also come to be lively, in the hand inside take "dump gun", throw to the ground, the ground pain of the ground is peered to be stripped to bark. Families turn on the lights and others watch TV. Some people are eating family reunion dinner. Others have a family concert at home. In the sky is the color of a rainbow of sparks, the ground is a thousand thousands of lights red.

  I Shared a joke with some of my old classmates and told the story of >, and my heart immediately remembered a poem.

  In the sound of firecrackers,

  The spring breeze is warm to the butcher.

  Thousands of door pupil day,

  Always replace the new peach with the old one.

  Yes, in the noise of firecrackers, send away the unforgettable old year; The warm spring breeze brought New Year to the smiling people. We are one year older, and every family has opened its doors and Windows, allowing the bright sunlight to come into the room.

  In this burst of bamboo noise, he will not be mixed with the gong drum, cheerful instrumental music, he will not be filled with the laughter of chien long?

  I am one year older, I should be more sensible, my mother and father have done so much work on me, I want to study well, grow up to be the motherland for the motherland, for the motherland. A decade of trees, a century of trees. I will live up to my parents and teachers.