When the drizzle comes, when the cold of winter ceases to exist, that is when spring comes. When the spring comes, the flowers are blooming and radiant, the branches are sprouting, everyone likes it. But my favorite is Tet my hometown.
Tet in my hometown is extremely rhythmic and crowded. Family members nearly a week before New Year's Eve began to clean the house. Everyone's house spoke voices, and called each other. From one house to another, a shovel was borrowed from the other house, and the other came to borrow a temporary one. After the day of cleaning all the furniture it is genuine shopping and preparing for Tet. Zone website programming. New clothes, new shoes, fruits ... Children and family members go to the market, chirping only the eye-catching people. New Year's Day is red, surrounded by the whole market, a symbol of luck. The fresh fruits are used to regularly display the results, the colorful flowers of different colors are meant to bring wealth and happiness, each has enough.
The most anticipated is the first days of the new year. On New Year's Eve, I always stay up with my family, prepare things for the table with my mother to wait for the incense event. At 12 o'clock, when the sound of fireworks blooming all over the sky, then it was the era that a year passed, a new year began, the scent of incense spread everywhere. Happy cheers resounded throughout the alleys. People came to each other's house to celebrate the new year. The next morning - the first morning of a year, families bring gifts to visit and ask near relatives, children can wear new clothes. The space is filled with color and joy
i love my hometown's New Year's Day so much, it's fun, simple and close, full of love. I hope this will always be in my home country forever.
