This year's Spring Festival was on the eve of the Lunar New Year, yet I found little to celebrate. The Spring Festival Gala, once a highlight, seemed to be losing its charm, and the fireworks, as if aware of the lacking festive spirit, chose to illuminate my grandmother's home instead. It felt like home was where the real celebration wasn't. My youngest sister, however, was not deterred. With tears streaming down her face, she breathlessly exclaimed, "Sister, what's wrong?" It was as if the thunderous declaration of "dumplings" could bring me back to my senses. Dumplings! They were the highlight of my Spring Festival activities, and how could I have forgotten that?
I automatically whispered under my breath, "How could I forget?" and quickly flew into the living room to see everyone busily making dumplings. In fact, there's a certain joy in making dumplings. I watched as my aunt expertly pulled a chunk of dough into sections, like a thick tail. My sister rolled the dough into rounds and flattened them under my aunt's guidance. My mother further refined these rounds into thin, even wrappers, while my three aunts expertly filled them with filling to make the dumplings. I, the little helper, started by sprinkling flour on the table and then set the dumplings out.
We were all busy and happy, our appetites for dumplings matched by our enjoyment of the Spring Festival Gala on TV. The happiness of family reunions is the true spirit of the Spring Festival. I hope to come back here to celebrate the Spring Festival again next time there's an opportunity.
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