the spirit of the Spring Festival ( part 1) It is 7 days before the Spring Festival, The streets are decked and drapped with banners , flowers , and scrolls of vivid red. The supermarket offers a rich supply of different commodities .The flood of shoppers are doing shopping for the Spring Festival.the little booths on the streets all were selling New Years pictures, Door Gods, Spring Festival couplets, words such as "luck"… But for me, the Spring Festival is nothing for me. Yes, I purchase for the Spring Festiva, clean the house, buy new clothes for my kid, go to the flower market to buy flowers to decorate my house… I am not a good housewife indeed, doing these things is really a big headache.But I have to do these year after year. I think it is a duty, an unplasant duty for me. Reading , with a cup of tea in hand,enjoy music , it is the greatest pleasure in my life. When I was a child , I was eagerly awaiting for the Spring Festival, for, the Spring Festival was to have big meal ( in those days, we were poor, we could only eat meat once a week), to wear new clothes (thirty years ago my brother and sisters all have to wear hand - me – down ), to get lucky money ( most of them had to turn over my mom to pay for our schooling)… In those days , chicken is the most delicious food in the world.I still remember, when I was five, the Spring Festival was coming. I declared that I wanted a plastic orange toy but nothing. That’s the toy I had dreamed of. My dad promised to buy one for me that year, but finally, my dad didn’t carry his promise__ I did not get my new year gift, broke into tears, I was hurt.