Excellent prose with full flavor of the year

For wanderers in other places, it is a long-awaited thing to go home for the New Year. My heart, like others, is waiting for a holiday, and I will immediately take my wife and daughter into the rolling stream of people going home. At that time, anxious to return felt stronger than ever.

Although the journey was bumpy and hard beyond words, I was looking forward to reuniting with my family and having a happy, peaceful and peaceful Spring Festival with * * *, which was the real mentality at that time. As soon as they entered the village, the familiar and unfamiliar villagers warmly greeted "Go home for the New Year!" The pure and plain Huantai dialect keeps the dusty heart warm and fresh. My clever daughter followed me, looking at the hospitable villagers with big eyes like black grapes, and smiling shyly with her mouth pressed.

Sitting around with my family at night, having a family reunion dinner, talking about my family, talking about my work, reviewing the gains and losses of the past year, and talking about the great changes in my hometown, I was naturally filled with emotions and felt that time passed quickly, and it was another year in a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, sporadic firecrackers sounded everywhere, and the village was filled with a strong flavor of the year. Neighbors fried vegetables, neighbors killed chickens and stewed meat. Every family steamed flowers, mountains and jujube paper, fried, boiled, stewed, steamed and boiled, and the taste of the year came.

On New Year's Eve, the Spring Festival couplets are posted, firecrackers are ringing, and the whole family's mood is like jiaozi in a pot, full of joy. At this time, I will often think of the Spring Festival when I was a child. At that time, I grew up in the countryside, because I experienced the difficult years in the planned economy period, so looking forward to the New Year became my pursuit and my greatest dream. Because Chinese New Year is the happiest day of the year, besides new clothes and firecrackers, the most exciting thing is delicious food. After the 21st of the twelfth lunar month, I started steaming black paper at home, and I began to experience the taste of improving my life. After the twenty-first day of the twelfth lunar month, I became a little impatient. All the brand-new paper lanterns have been tried, and I don't know how many times I touched them when I hung red firecrackers. I counted thirty years that I never expected. Now whenever I think of the situation at that time, I will have a very sweet feeling.

On New Year's Eve, my mother got up early and cleaned the room. My wife and I were ready to stop when jiaozi, who just came out of the pot, served the table. In the Dabeiwu at home, we always solemnly kowtow to our mother who has worked hard for a year. The dignified atmosphere contains gratitude to the mother, and a peaceful mind thanks her for her kindness in raising the elderly and her kind care for her children over the past year.

New Year's Day is the busiest day. Because on this day, neighbors, relatives and friends will pay New Year greetings to each other. In our countryside, New Year greetings are also called "kowtowing". But this kind of "kowtow" should be down-to-earth, so as to reflect the truth, simplicity, seriousness and roughness of the peasant masses. Rural areas have the habit of early New Year greetings. Before dawn, the family has dressed up and dressed up. All the families were invited by their peers, the older ones were leaders, and the younger ones had to go door to door. At the end of the day, they were so tired that they sweated, their backs ached and their legs ached, and they complained repeatedly.

In my memory, Grandma Wang, who lives in the east, pays special attention to the custom of paying New Year greetings. On the first day of New Year's Day, she got up early, walked with little dumplings, cleaned up the inside and outside of her yard, spread mats, and knitted belts. Inside, I made a pot of fragrant tea, narrowed my eyes and looked like a complacent old man. With concerned greetings and sincere kowtows, she slowly opened her eyes, sipped the brewed fragrant tea and hummed softly, accumulating numbers, names, family and so on in her heart. If there is a lack of family, she will tell everyone that someone's wings are hard and he has just gone out for a few days and can't see anyone. So-and-so is young, but he doesn't know etiquette, so he has to let the younger generation bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

The most interesting thing about New Year's greetings is the group of children, who only know how to jump around behind the buttocks of adults and have fun. Either pick some blind firecrackers, earn some melon seeds, peanuts, candy or lucky money, and when you see an adult kneeling on the ground, you kneel on the ground. That pretentious seriousness and piety attracted everyone's laughter, praise and encouragement.

From the second day of junior high school, the custom of visiting relatives continued until the fifteenth day of the first month. In rural areas, the fifteenth day of the first month has not passed, and a year has not passed. Naturally, that kind of exultation, that kind of happiness, that kind of joyful atmosphere is permeated on the face and written in the beautiful memories in my heart.

As an ordinary person, I often feel that Chinese New Year is actually an atmosphere, a folk custom, a reunion and an auspicious and peaceful life. But today's children don't like Chinese New Year. On weekdays, it is really Chinese New Year every day, and there is a holiday every month. Perhaps this is a sign of social development.