A short story about China New Year.

-Quiet.

There is a saying in the countryside: children spend the New Year, but adults have a hard time. That's right. In those days of hunger and cold, it is really difficult to celebrate the New Year. Chinese New Year leaves people with bitter memories.

As long as I can remember, there seems to be no food, no food and no meat at home, and the years are dull. One year, there was finally meat to eat, but there were still no firecrackers.

Nevertheless, I still like China New Year. As soon as I stepped into the wax threshold, I followed my mother's ass all day and asked, "Mom, when are we going to celebrate the New Year?"

In fact, I know how to calculate it, and I know there are still a few days before the Chinese New Year. I want to remind my mother that many children in the village have added new clothes. I think we should have them, too.

Mom knows what I mean. Mom said, "When you are rich, mom will definitely make you a new dress, which looks better than the clothes of the children in the village."

My mother's words brought me back to reality. I said, "Mom, I don't compare with others, as long as I have clothes to wear and can cover my ass." There are several holes in the pants, so I dare not let go when doing exercises. " In a word, the whole family sat around and cried.

There are still ten days before the Chinese New Year, but we can't wait any longer, urging our mother to steam steamed bread and knead rice. We have long forgotten to buy clothes. Thinking about clothes is a matter for children of rich families, while children of poor families only need meat to eat and firecrackers to sound during the New Year. In my impression, my mother seldom lets us down. With our mother around, we never worry about not being able to spend the New Year. Although we all eat sweet potato noodles, sweet potato noodles and sweet potato noodle cakes in winter, we are still convinced that we can eat white noodles and big meat in the New Year. We have the best mother in the world. She always has a way to save white flour until the New Year, when it is most needed. She knows when to eat and when not to eat.

During the Spring Festival, my mother magically lifted the jar and scooped out half a basin of noodles. We opened our eyes wide: "Wow, there used to be so much white flour in our house!" " "

"But mom, the urn is empty!"

Mom just smiled.

Mother rolled up her sleeves and began to mix dough. The smell of noodles overflowed and the air spread in all directions. I opened my mouth and took a deep breath, and my face fragrance entered my lungs along the trachea, and my whole body was immediately soaked by this fragrance. I kept smoking and sucked my stomach into a big balloon. I can't stand this smell slipping away.

"Mom, the New Year is so good, why don't everyone celebrate the New Year every day?" I can't help feeling happy.

My mother couldn't help laughing: "Celebrating the New Year every day is a black sheep!" "

Mom paused and said, "I heard that Li Zicheng, the king of explorers, has just entered Beijing and is not satisfied." . One day, I asked my subordinates: What is the best thing in the world? A general will answer: Happy New Year. Chu Zhuangwang thought for a moment and said, Since the New Year is happy, we will celebrate it every day ... Fifteen days later, Chu Zhuangwang was kicked out of Beijing. People say that Chu Zhuangwang lived for fifteen years, but he only sat for fifteen days. He lives year after year!

I'm still young, and there are many things I haven't experienced. Of course, I don't want to finish a year at once. I said, "mom, I won't ask you for delicious food in the future." I will go to school well and let you live a decent life when I grow up! " "

Mom couldn't help crying after listening. My mother touched my head with one hand and tears were falling. I looked up and asked my mother, "Don't you believe me?"

"Trust, trust, how can a mother not trust her son!" Mother patted me on the shoulder, her eyes were bright, as if she had really had a satisfied year.

In this way, a year passed, although poor but very happy.

The next year, the villagers forgot their days. At the age of 30, I passed the New Year early. I went out to visit relatives on New Year's Day, but I didn't see any pedestrians on the road. Only then did I realize that I was wrong. When people returned to the village from all directions, it was already noon. As time goes by, people can't go back to the past and spend the next year for themselves.

It is common for rural people to remember the wrong date without looking at the Gregorian calendar, but it is unique to mistake such an important date for Chinese New Year. In this way, the years slipped away from people's eyes, which could have been more and more abundant, but because of our temporary negligence, they were leaked forever. Being empty in life makes our life seem incomplete, and we always feel that there is something less than others. Many years later, I still have a grudge against this matter: how did this year pass so absurdly!

In the next few years, my brother and sister went to school one after another. At that time, it was unimaginable that a family had to provide five or six students with schooling at the same time, no matter how rich the family was. Mother is busy all the year round, and it is not enough to sell all the food. Mom is a little scared. Mother stared at us as if we were not her children.

For a long time, mom spoke. Mother's voice is hoarse and deep, like a water-absorbing branch, poking people's hearts. Mom wants to give fourth brother to someone else. Mother was interrupted by our crying in the middle: "We won't go to school, as long as you don't give our fourth brother to others!" " "

Mom can't go on. The child is a mother's pet, how can it be given to others? Mom said, "As long as there is a little way, mom won't leave you alone."

During the Spring Festival, we silently followed our brother up the mountain to dig herbs. When we grow up, we must save our own tuition.

From spring to winter, we traveled all over the village and even searched all the corners. By the time of the Spring Festival, we still haven't saved enough for next year's tuition. We looked at each other one by one, at a loss. After all, mom figured out a way. Mom says it's important to go to school, and she won't eat meat this year.

Years without meat are always boring. I dream of going to my grandmother's house. Grandma not only has meat to eat, but also earns lucky money. But by the second day of junior high school, my mother wouldn't let me go. Mom said I was ten years old, so I should be sensible. Let me think about it. I have grown into a big boy, almost as tall as my second brother; But second brother hasn't even been to grandma's house once.

After my mother left, my brother and I went to play in the village. People come in from time to time at the village entrance, which makes my eyes burn. Towards noon, I couldn't help it, so I secretly went to my grandmother's house alone. Grandma has been blaming her mother since she saw me. Grandma brought a bowl of stewed pork vermicelli, and I picked it up and ate it. Grandma brought another bowl, and I ate it all again. Eating three bowls at a time made my grandmother burst into tears. Grandma scolded her mother: "You took all the baby's things!"

Mom cried. Mom is bitter in her heart! When my father is ill, a family of seven or eight depends on my mother alone, which is too much for men.

Grandma stopped talking, held me in her arms and kissed me with her mouth.

"Grandma, look at my melon!" I lifted my clothes to show grandma.

Grandma touched my stomach, and Mimi began to laugh, smiling as brightly as the sun.

I didn't feel sick until I got home. After midnight, my stomach suddenly hurt. The pain went deep into the bone marrow, and I could feel myself twitching into a dead leaf and dancing on the kang over and over again. After the pain, I vomited endlessly until I was yellow and yellow. I was afraid of meat after that. Meat became an unforgettable pain in my heart.

Time flies for more than ten years, we have grown up one by one, and the situation at home is getting better every day. Mom said, "The days of rotten intestines are finally over. I must have a decent year this year, otherwise I will live in vain in my life! " "

In the new year, things have changed at home, and it's miserable all day.

After this incident passed, no one ever mentioned that year again. We no longer take the Year seriously, do not set off firecrackers, do not post Spring Festival couplets, do not eat or drink, and live the Year as we please.

Mom has never lived a decent year. The pain of losing a child made my mother grow old quickly. Mom is only in her early sixties, her hair is all white, her eyes are blurred, and her legs and feet are not so flexible. Looking at my mother's appearance, I thought: Time will eat us all one day. I can't imagine what I will look like when I am old. I think, when people are old, what is the point of seeing the Spring Festival tomorrow?

The story of 2008 is endless.

2008 is full of the sufferings and dreams of a generation.

We will get up at five in the morning. Maybe you will think that we are a little "mentally ill"-we will be more comfortable when we are not in bed during the New Year. What are you doing up so early? Then you are wrong. What we are doing is the first thing in the new year-"get up at five o'clock"! You don't know how cool it is to get up at night! Firecrackers and laughter became a colorful "symphony", interwoven with all the sounds of nature, even the stars in the sky forgot to sleep, stopped to watch!

7: 30 in the morning is also good! Maybe you will find it strange-7: 30 is the time for breakfast. What's interesting about breakfast? Yes, it's time for breakfast, but today's breakfast is different from before-breakfast is jiaozi! Why eat jiaozi? Because the shape of jiaozi is like a big gold ingot, which symbolizes the rolling financial resources in the coming year! Good luck! So I ate more than 30 jiaozi this morning! It's not that I love money, it's that money tastes so good! )

After breakfast, it is our children's world. No matter how we children play, our parents will not criticize us! What a "great liberation of the whole family"!

At noon, the whole family has a reunion dinner! All children are required to make a report on their academic performance for one year to see who has made progress and who has regressed. Give big red envelopes to reward progressive children, and give big red envelopes to encourage backward children! I am happiest at this time-because I get a red envelope for progress every year! The family sat around the dinner table, talking and laughing, and that scene-warm bliss!

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In the evening, I lay in a comfortable bed and thought about this happy day. I'm so happy! That feels so sweet!

All right, that's it!