Just as Christmas Day to the westerners, Spring Festival is the most important time to us Chinese.
Spring Festival is usually in February, but this year, it started on January 28th.
As usual, I went to my grandparents’ home with my dad and mum to celebrate it. A big family gathered there, eating “New Year’s Eve dinner” around a big round table. Traditionally, we have drinks and chaffy dishes. During the dinner, grandparents may give us red-packets, and we should say something happy and lucky to them. This New Year, for I had caught a cold, my first wish to ourselves was to be always healthy. After dinner, it was the most exciting thing on this eve, yes, that was to set off fireworks. We first lit some small ones to have a experiment. But all my cousins were so scared that they didn’t want to do it by themselves. Instead, they went up to the living room and watched me through the window from a distance. Yes, it was me that did it. On such occasions, it is always my job to light the fireworks and I really enjoy it. The fireworks were so beautiful and seemed magic. I was sorry that my vocabularies were so limited that I could found no words to desCRIbe it but recalled the fantastic moment again and again. They were of different colors, shining, up and down. First, it rose from the ground like a rocket with a long glowing tail. Then, it disappeared in the darkness up in the sky. In a blink of an eye, it appeared like a blooming of a flower, the light turned bigger and bigger, soon painted the sky into red. How magnificent!
Of course, the next thing to do was to watch the program on CCTV 1. It is a tradition among Chinese.
At that moment, the time seemed to move so fast, not long after, the clock had already struck 12 times while so many crackers exploded outside.