Reflections on traditional folk activities during the Spring Festival

In this season of less snow and warmer weather, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face. Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed.

In this season of less snow and warmer weather, the Spring Festival unconsciously buried the dull days and came face to face. Looking at the newly bought calendar on the wall and counting the days when the last Spring Festival of this century is approaching, I can't help but sigh that the years are rushing and another quiet and busy year has passed.

As the year draws near, the more or less good impressions accumulated in childhood gradually fade away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks, jiaozi and lucky money, nor do we expect to grow up by one year and gain more knowledge 10%. The Spring Festival is not so much the happiest time as people suddenly realize that age is getting older and responsibility is at a critical juncture.

Give a general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write a nostalgic article, which has long lost its elegance. Like a host, talk about this year's major events, feel the past and present, think about the future, just to win the praise of supporters and applaud. If I deceive myself, maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day in 365 days of the year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial speculation into it, which makes it particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, restrain that kind of expectation and agitation, and get some subtle satisfaction outside the programs of eating, drinking, visiting relatives and friends.

Once, the Spring Festival left me many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel this festive and grand festival as I did in the past. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps because of their respective personalities and interests. No matter how various media play up the bombing, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. Compared with ordinary days, I am much more helpless, tired and heavy. Parents will go, relatives and friends will go, and colleagues will also go when they meet. Matter is always nothing more than eating and drinking. The cliches of congratulations on getting rich, happy New Year and good luck are uncomfortable, but they have to be repeated over and over again. Shopping, solve riddles on the lanterns, gifts, treat, year after year. People are like a top, which whips them around and doesn't even know where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we have to try our best to make ourselves as excited as children, watching the endless evening party and listening to others' laughter, but what we feel is our sleepy eyes, disappointed mood and hungry stomach. I'd rather go to bed at ten o'clock, read for a while, or play cards with my friends as usual. I always feel that on this happy day, I have no interest at all, and even always have a good appetite.

Tradition, culture, history and customs are all man-made products and formulated by our ancestors. We keep copying from generation to generation, evolution makes them brilliant, and network propaganda makes them soar and mutate. It finally restricts ourselves and violates the basic human nature-people long for freedom and happiness. Spring Festival travel rush can be said to be the clearest mirror, from which everyone can see such a tired and negative face. Even a trace of joy.