Towards Spring

Author: Feng Hongchao

Read aloud: Zhang Luzhou, Zhang Mingxin

The red firecrackers exploded in the distance, like coming from spring, my father was pasting the Spring Festival couplets with a solemn look, like a ticket to happiness, and the dumplings cooked by my mother came on the stage in an orderly manner, releasing a lively signal. Although it was winter, the warmth surrounded me, it was warmer than summer. On this day, we walked through the old dream of yesterday and had a broader mind.

Enter the arena of tomorrow, without complaining about the past pain, without regretting the hardships, happiness is like the waves coming, breaking through timidity and loss, for the next spring, for the competition of hundreds of barges, thousands of mountains are famous, willing to give energy, even if there are more wrinkles.

The Spring Festival is a kind of peanut with a dark red coat. It exists in a happy dialogue, closing the gap between leaving and sadness, giving us strength and courage, as well as warm fragrance.

The Spring Festival is a shining New Year picture. In the gentle sunshine, it is a flickering flame. Tomorrow and the coming year, it will keep sweet hopes and send some beautiful blessings.

The Spring Festival is the fireworks tonight. At this moment, every family confiscates tears and loneliness. Tonight's sparks provide free, grand moments and shared happiness.

The Spring Festival is the smell of cooked dumplings, the sound of hot pot gurgling, the sound of old people clicking on melon seeds, the smell of children peeling off sugar paper, the smell of a pot of meat being boiled, the smell of ink on the spring festival couplets on the table. It becomes a familiar picture, fermenting, witnessing the homesickness of drifters.

With a cheering heart

Ignite a string of fireworks

With a sincere heart

Planting 10000 mu in spring

Happiness comes to me

Joy tied between us

I can hear mutton breathing in the casserole

Chili dancing in the oil pan

The steamer makes a popping sound

And my mother's lazy tone

The whole kitchen is like a cloud

It's like walking into a lively and relaxed

Summer evening

I want to remember every face in the hot air

Hometown snow

Or a green plant on the balcony

Remember when we raise our glasses together

A hill of melon seed skins

In the fragrant blessing

Hold on to peace and hope

(e employees of CRCC)