The Spring Festival, also known as: year. The Chinese the most traditional festival.
In the evening, every family began to light up the lamp, firecrackers gradually began to ring. Finally came to the end of the year. Alas...... Again the old one year old.
At eight o 'clock at night, the sky became fireworks in the world, just like the appointment, every household has lit the fireworks at the same time. Marine moment became the fireworks in the night sky. Night, dim down, just like that.
Gala began, well, it seems to become one of our custom, a family sitting around a table, wrapped dumplings, watching Spring Festival gala, say a harmony.
Saying this year's Spring Festival gala is really wonderful, my favorite routines, joke, really didn't let me down. If some longer, that were indeed very good.
There may be a lot of people, there has been no go home, maybe uncle grandpa in Taiwan and in miss home. This is not important, because, in such a festival, our hearts are together. I face the wanjiadenghuo, smiled.
This life, we all on the way home.
"... 3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!" As the host of the countdown, or the touch in the New Year.
The New Year, again.
The New Year, set out.
傍晚，家家户户都开始亮起了灯，鞭炮声渐渐开始响起。终于又到了这一年的结束。唉……又老了一岁。
到了晚八点，天空便成了烟火的世界，仿佛约好了一般，每家每户都同时点燃了礼花。夜空中一瞬间便成了烟花的海洋。夜，就这样黯淡了下去。
春晚开始了，好吧，这好像成了我们的一种习俗，一家人围坐在桌前，包着饺子，看着春晚，说不出的和谐感。
话说今年的春晚可真是精彩，我最喜欢的相声小品，爆笑连连，果真没让我失望。若是时间再长一些，那真真是极好的。
也许还有很多人，还没有回家吧，也许远在台湾的舅爷爷又在想念家乡吧。这已经不重要了，因为，在这样一个节日里，我们的心都在一起了。我面对着万家灯火，微微一笑。
我们这一生，都在回家的路上。
“……3、2、1。新年快乐!”随着主持人的倒计时，新年还是款款而来。
新的一年，又开始了。
新的一年，出发了。
