Final writing
I waked up from the sound of firecrackers four o'clock in the morning. After hastily washing, my wife and I put on a quilted jacket, take out the ready gifts from the storeroom, then hurried out of the door. It was snowing heavily and my car wouldn't start, but I didn't panic because a new subway station was a hundred meters away. We boarded the subway using rapid face recognition and were less than 10 minutes at grandma's house. Although it was only early morning, many people had already arrived at my grandma's house. My grandma was placing sacrificial food in front of the portrait of my ancestors. My grandpa, who was 90 years old, was much worse in health than before and sat in a rocking chair in a daze. After kneeling down to worship our ancestors, my wife and I sat down to taste the freshly boiled dumplings. At that moment, grandma came over and gave me a red envelope. When I opened it, it was two hundred yuan, the same as in previous years. Although the RMB has