Tk:Trong một năm, có rất nhiều lễ hội diễn ra, nhưng lễ hội mà tôi yêu thích nhất đó là Tết Nguyên Đán. Tết Nguyên Đán là ngày lễ cổ truyền của Việt Nam, là dịp để tất cả mọi người trở về nhà và cùng nhau trong bầu không khí ấm áp. Trước Tết, mọi người thường mua sắm rất nhiều thú như bánh kẹo, đồ ăn, mứt, quần áo và trang trí, dọn dẹp nhà cửa. Đường phố được trang trí rất lộng lẫy bằng những bóng đèn đủ màu sắc. Cờ và hoa cũng được treo ở mọi nơi. Ở quê tôi, nhà ai cũng gói bánh chưng vào ngày Tết. Trong ngày Tết cũng có rất nhiều món ăn khác, mọi nào cũng ngon và hấp dẫn. NGày cuối cùng của năm, mọi người sẽ cùng nhau ăn bữa tiệc tất nhiên và trò chuyện vô cùng vui vẻ. Ngày đầu năm, mọi người sẽ đến chơi nhà nhau và trao cho nhau những lời chúc ý nghĩa nhất. Trẻ con thì sẽ được nhận lì xì từ người lớn. Trong những ngày đầu năm, mọi người còn đi chùa để cầu bình an và may mắn. Tết không chỉ là một lễ hội thông thường, nó còn là một nét đẹp văn hóa của Việt Nam. Tôi rất thích Tết, bởi đây là dịp để gia đình tôi sum vầy bên nhau.
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For a long time, Nguyen Du wrote like that about the custom of clearing graves on the day of the clearing, and I waited for that day to visit her grave with so many feelings and emotions.
Heaven and earth, all things wake up after hibernation, put on a fresh spring shirt. The first drops of sunlight spread on the dark brown village road into warm and soft areas. The reed flowers on the roadside gently swayed in the wind and ripples. soft. The scent of spring is light here.... The village road is strangely beautiful!
My family and I entered the resting place of the dead. The wind here was cold, smoky and desolate. The white graves lay quietly as if space here stopped in eternity. My mother prepare all the necessary things in the heavy lane: incense, flowers and even offerings. My grandmother lies here. My mother and sister repaired her grave carefully and thoughtfully. Give some incense ready to burn, my mother told my sister to light incense for the surrounding graves. My mother arranged the offerings, I stood still in front of her grave, in the deep incense, the old memories flooded back ... Everything was just like yesterday. It's gone. I remember the days when she carried me around the village. I remember her special warmth, her silhouette every morning, blowing on the stove, baking fragrant potatoes. I often followed her up early, liked to sit. curled up in her lap like a small cat, reaching for the stove with her. The fire warmed my cheeks, I blew and ate a sweet baked potato until my lips were soft... When I was a child, my sister and I often spend time combing her hair. Her hair is long and mottled m silver thread, sometimes fragrant lemongrass...I can't help but remember the warm scent that stings my nose. When I was a child, I was a clumsy, clumsy child, but she never scolded me. She taught me everything, carefully, clearly like people passing on a lifetime of experience. At that time, every winter, she often reminded me to dress warmly, but now she lying alone in the cold, empty and lonely earth...I loved her, stuck with her all my childhood. My soul is clearer, my heart understands what kindness is from her upbringing, from the fairy tales that she told. Now I have grown up. In winter, I know how to wear warm clothes by myself, do housework no longer clumsy, my grandmother no longer has the opportunity to see her results. again.
My mother's voice called to turn into gold, the ashes of paper money flew to pull me out of the childhood world filled with her silhouette. I returned home on the old road, but the space seemed to be more gloomy. It seemed that I was expecting a new life. miracles often happen in fairy tales so that the sad space on the way back fades away?
Maybe she's gone forever, but she still lives in my heart and everyone in the family. I believe she is watching every step of the life of her beloved grandchild and will definitely let her smile about me where she is. heating.
