【熱門】春節(jié)英語作文合集9篇

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春節(jié)英語作文 篇1

　　Time is fast, the Spring Festival is coming again, which reminds me of my most memorable Spring Festival, which is really a grievance Spring Festival.

　　That day, my dad took me to her grandmother's home after worship pay New Year's call to my grandmother, years later, my father let me go to grandpa grandpa's side to pay New Year's call, and I will not say a word, because some time ago, my grandfather and I had a few things a bit strange, Grandpa, Grandpa later if the two of us don't say a word. I think: if I talk to him, to take him a respect for Grandpa, take like a passing wind, if I do not speak, not free to go home dad beating, but to respect Grandpa, I think he would rather go home beaten should respect. So, I haven't spoken all the time. My father saw me so long that I didn't speak for a long time. I thought I didn't give my grandfather a new year's respect for my grandfather, so he was furious, and I went home with a breath of breath. Go all the way, make a noise, and hit my butt every now and then, swollen my butt. Back home, my ass hurts, while I was crying with pain and think what had happened: the quarrel is not obviously is Grandpa, Grandpa will not let me speak to him, then all blame me unjustly.

　　Later, my mother knew about this thing, the father scolded, dad know why, and I quickly said: "I'm sorry, dad was wrong about you, then, I must first make it clear to understand to comment."

　　That Spring Festival is my most memorable Spring Festival, every year the spring festival about the Spring Festival will always be unlocked.

春節(jié)英語作文 篇2

　　新年的炮聲嚇退了寒風，人們都沉浸在團聚的歡樂中，可我卻憂心忡忡。

　　——題記

　　隨著震耳欲聾的炮聲，年已無聲無息地來臨，可我卻第一次感到年的傷感，因為奶奶此時重病纏身，臥床不起。

　　寒風與雪送走了嚴冬，新春的第一屢陽光，照射在人身上感到春的味道，大地在這溫暖中催促著萬物生長，可我卻未曾感受到它的溫暖，風從耳邊吹過，仿佛是來自住院奶奶的陣陣呼喚，我總是想去探望伴我長大的奶奶，可時間把我禁錮在補課中，我像那籠中的小鳥沒有自由。

　　年關已至，祥和的氣氛漸漸涌動，我也補完了課，而奶奶卻回到老家養(yǎng)病，距離在霎時間又疏遠了幾分。于是，坐火車踏上了回家的歸途，在漫長的'火車行程中，我望著窗外的荒涼的景色，不禁想起臥床的奶奶，好似這荒山，已失去了青春年華，開始老化。轉過路口，一片嫩綠嵌在荒涼之上，他們被風無情的拋在這里，卻沒有抱怨，立地生根，不怕雨雪和風沙，我恍然覺得這種精神像奶奶在和病魔作斗爭一樣，看到一絲的希望，便找到了生命的信仰。我輕輕地摸出一張奶奶的照片，仔細地摩挲著，想起曾經(jīng)的時光，也是這列火車，奶奶和我坐在一起談笑風生，共度歡樂時光，可時間也在考驗著奶奶的毅力，想著想著，淚流不已，打濕了照片，模糊了記憶。

　　終于到了，我在熱鬧的村落，尋找著熟悉而溫暖的小屋，追尋著陽光，推開那扇鐫刻著斑斑銹跡沉沉的木門，看到熟悉的小院，嗅到泥土的芳香，心中默念到：“奶奶，我回來了”，偌大的棗樹枝頭上，還掛著幾顆熟透而干癟的紅棗，那是老院的守護神，雖幾年未見，但它依然挺拔，歲月似一把無形尖刀在它的身軀上，刻上蒼老的痕跡，可它卻不服老，雖然它扎根營養(yǎng)缺乏，無人照料的地界，但是它盡自己的力量汲取土地的能量，茁壯成長，那粗壯的樹干便是見證。春風徐徐吹來，像似為它舒展筋絡，吹嫩了棗樹枝，抹去了冬日里的頹廢態(tài)，重新成長起來，它仿佛同奶奶一樣，在逆境中與困難作戰(zhàn)，心中的希望支撐著生命。

　　我輕輕推開奶奶的房門，看見奶奶正依偎在爸爸懷中，姑姑正用小勺子，一勺一勺，小心地喂著，嘴里絮叨著：“過年了，你看這么多人來看你……”，奶奶滄桑的臉上正洋溢著幸福的笑，看著這溫馨一幕，我的心里一震，頓時淚流滿面，微微閉上眼睛，心里默默為奶奶祈禱……

　　The wind off the new year, people are immersed in the joy of reunion, but I heavy-hearted.

　　The preface

　　With the deafening roar from the year has come, soundless and stirless but I felt for the first time, years of sad, because grandma this serious illness, completely bedridden.

　　The wind and the snow off the winter, spring sunshine on the first exposure, feel the spring in the person's taste, the earth in the warmth of her all things grow, but I did not feel the warmth, the wind blowing from the ear, as if from hospital grandmother bursts of call, I always want to visit with me my grandmother grew up, but the time my imprisonment in the lessons, I like the bird in the cage is not free.

　　The year has been to the peaceful atmosphere gradually surging, I have finished the course, and my grandma has returned home to recuperate, all of a sudden and distant distance in a. So, sit on the train home, in the long train trip, I looked out the window of the wild scenery, can not help but think of bedridden grandmother, like the hills, has lost youth, age. Around the intersection, a green block in the wild, they are ruthless wind thrown in here, did not complain, not afraid of rain and snow and sand site root, and I suddenly feel like grandma in this spirit and fight, to see a glimmer of hope, will find life faith. I gently touched a grandma's photo, carefully rubbed, remember the time, is this train, grandma and I sat together talking, spend time, time is also a test of her perseverance, thinking, tears, wet photos, vague memory.

　　Finally, I in the bustling village, to find a familiar and warm room, follow the sun, open the door engraved with rust heavy wooden door, saw the familiar small courtyard, smell the fragrance of the earth, say: "grandma, I come back", the huge tree branches, hanging a few ripe and dry red dates, it is the old school's patron saint, although a few years there, but it is still tall and straight, like an invisible knife years in its body, engraved with the old traces, but it is not old, although it is rooted in the lack of nutrition, unattended side, but do it the power of absorbing the energy of the land, to thrive, the stout trunk is the witness. The spring breeze blowing, like as it stretches jinlao, blowing tender jujube branch, to erase the decadent state in winter, to grow up, it seems the same as grandma, in the face of adversity and difficult battle, the hearts of hope sustains life.

　　I gently push the door to see grandma, grandma is nestled in the arms of my father, aunt with a spoon, a spoon, carefully fed, mouth nagging: "the Chinese new year, you see so many people come to see you......" On the face of grandma's vicissitudes, there is a happy smile on her face. Looking at this warm scene, my heart is suddenly shocked, and I burst into tears. I close my eyes slightly and silently pray for my grandmother.