Looking for the festival atmosphere 600字高中英语作文

　　Afternoon, static heart, read a book, suddenly, a wisp of fragrance wafts of food, familiar with the taste good, are at a young age, Fried quenelle of taste. Throw the book, close your eyes, smell the aroma, chan, I admire, I do not know who qiaofu, will do quenelle. Another end of the year, then Fried quenelle of season, heart a soft, feel the festival atmosphere is suffused with to have around. Burning time, please let my memory of the boat, holding skirts this fragrance, to look for a childhood the festival atmosphere.

　　A childhood memory of the festival atmosphere, from the twelfth lunar month, seventeen, eighteen dusted off. Wherefore they said, seven shan gold, eight silver shan. Customs in my hometown, this two days to the home clean inside and out, to welcome the New Year's blessing, good luck. Dusted off that day, my father put on your old clothes, wearing a straw hat, took a bamboo poles, tied to a feather duster, began to shan in the roof and the dust in the corner. Then, the inside of the main tools and sacks of crops, square table in front of the stuff on the table sweetmeats, front yard deadwood rotten leaves, everything clear. At that time, feel the hand of the father, is a pair of magic hand, by his hands touched a furniture, farm tools, for a while becomes clean and tidy, sister, brother and I only responsible for the garbage, wipe furniture, sweep the floor. Buzzed around the family, one afternoon, the house becomes clear and clean. The festival atmosphere, dusted off, the overflow from the busy scene.

The river flows slowly

　　Often, sitting on an embankment, see the river flows to the winter quietly, don't worry is not slow, like a neighbor's teenage girl that just read high school, soft and do not break delicate and charming.

　　Hometown is a small village, sunrise, LaGui nest. Days like this, lightly, no waves, simple and happy, ordinary but warm. Morning a crow dog barks, the old cow hooves in the evening, occasionally mixed with tassel son crying sound, with the smoke of the chimney, spread good far far away...

　　The other side of the river from, is a budao edge of pear trees, when sharp shoots out of branches, it is spring. Ice and snow began to melt, the grass secretly out from soil head, worship of provoking flow, pear leaf whether these, however, only crazy to make public in the cold wind, swaying to the soil fragrance, is this life?

　　It is not a s, speculation with depressed people only half hunger hunger, want to a little pocket money. So many people were playing the pear tree idea, think of eight, in September to haul around some pears for money to spend. Had just in high school, and understand that is very strange for doing business. Is wrapped in to buy a pear sister took me to the other side of the river, so you can eat pears, because heard people speak over there, in the pear forest can tuck in, but not out of the woods, or according to the thief.

　　So, looking forward to, looking forward to, pear ah, hurry up blossom!