[Chinese New year's Day] New year's Day, childhood thoughts

As the saying goes, children are looking forward to the Spring Festival, which is true. It is our childhood dream to look forward to the Spring Festival.

When we were young, the countryside was not very rich. Usually there is nothing delicious, poorer clothes are patched, usually eat self-grown green vegetables, homemade pickles, only guests come to the street to buy some meat fried eggs and so on. But my parents are very willing to do so during the Spring Festival. There is delicious food, there are new clothes to wear, little relatives who do not often meet can also get together. And adults will also restrain a lot, mischievous will not easily spank and pull the ear, in front of relatives or more or less to save face for the children. Boys and firecrackers play, so the Spring Festival has become the most important thing for the children.

Adults have been busy for nearly half a month for the Spring Festival. First of all, every household will kill a pig, then marinate the meat, hang it out in the sun or put it out with bamboo curtains. Families are lined up in front of the door, the scene is quite spectacular, this is the main course of the Spring Festival. The aunts and daughters-in-law in the village will take to the streets in small groups to buy clothes, flowers, melon seeds and fruit, and tableware seems to be frugal for the current consumption. On the other hand, we children can open up and fight like a breeze, and go from one house to another. Parents have no time to pay attention to us, especially impressed is that the first two or three days of the Chinese New year, the flavor is already very strong, melon seeds, peanuts have been cooked, tofu has also been beaten. All kinds of snacks made by neighbors, such as French fries, have become our food. Mother wears an apron to clean up and down the house, cobwebs, counters, kitchen utensils, not even small wine glasses. Dad is in charge of the front and back of the house, even the unruly branches of the tree. He also chopped large pieces of firewood with an axe, ready for New Year's Eve to burn the house red and prosperous.

On the second or ninth night of the year, the pot grunted pig heads, sausages and hooves, while my brother and I surrounded my mother in order to eat the piece of meat that my mother had cut when she tasted it or not. The Journey to the West in the back room has long lost its appeal. Dad set the table in the hall, brought red rice paper, carefully cut it into long strips, and then glued it to the right length with paste. Write New year's greetings with a brush when the paper is dry.

On New year's Eve, after my mother got up early for a sumptuous reunion dinner, my father set up firewood in another room, and there were three shelves of fragrant spareribs and lotus root soup. My brother and I gathered around my father to roast our frozen red hands and kept asking if they were cooked.

The food is ready, it's time to eat! My mother cried. I was in a hurry to help my mother bring the food to the uncommonly used big table. My brother and father lit a string of red firecrackers on the vacant lot outside the house. When the family sat together, my parents' faces were red and shining with a happy smile. When they finished eating so young, their parents would boil a pot of hot water when they cleared the table. Give me and my brother a bath, wash their hair and put on new clothes and shoes next to the firewood. Then we can go from house to house and call Kung Xi Fat-Tsai! When he got the candy, he broke up. And small friends in the open space outside to compare who has more trophies, which is delicious, chasing and running in circles in the open space, unspeakable excitement, endless strength.

Childhood memories, warm and happy! That is the eternal memory in my heart!

Chinese New year, the day of family reunion! Now the flavor of the New year is getting less and less, but the Spring Festival is still the thoughts of the children, but also the thoughts of the drifters, looking forward to going home, looking forward to going back to see their old parents

Author: Ye Zili qq:2077411450