The scratches of the annual rings.

35 years old, for a woman, leisurely and long, for me, short and happy. After thirty-five years of spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have harvested thirty-five fruitful fruits, but I have experienced the turn of thirty-five rings, and I have engraved a period of shining memories in my mind.

When I was a child, when I was about six years old, I went back to my hometown. It was a country road covered with yellow sand. It was a house built with dirt. It was mysterious and old. A small green snake was picked out in the cracks in the wall. My little hand was pierced under the prickly ash tree. Two old elms pulled up a piece of white cloth. The village will show a movie. Ring slowly cycle to the end of the year, I went to school in the county to return to the hometown I have not seen for a long time, the Spring Festival, the long-awaited day finally realized, how can not be excited. The family asked me for warmth and praised me for being taller and sensible. Parents are busy arranging their belongings and New year's goods. My grandfather is the oldest in the village. on the first day of the Lunar New year, the old and young people in the village come to our house to kowtow and worship. People have crushed the threshold.

The day of the Spring Festival, especially on the eve of the night, was lively and extraordinary. My parents went to bed after a hard day's work. I was a child. I was playful and ran out to find a partner. I ran to the middle of the village with a candle stained with sticks and cotton in my hand. A group of friends gathered around me, laughing, jumping and jumping. The wax oil dripped to the ground with the burnt cotton and fell into the sand. We ran and jumped so loudly that it could be heard all over the village.

On the first day of the Lunar New year, people from the village came to our house one by one, mostly men, who kowtowed to the genealogy, and then kowtowed to my grandfather, asking him if he was in good health and saying a happy New year greeting. He went out of the house to pay New year's greetings in other courtyards, as it has been for several days in a row.

On the sixteenth day of the Lunar New year, the villagers got up early in accordance with the custom of throwing all kinds of diseases over the years, and I went to run with the adults. Every few hundred meters I pulled some firewood and burned a piece of ash. We ran around the village several times and said many auspicious words to get rid of all kinds of diseases. I don't feel wheezed at all.

Later, as I grew up, my parents stopped going back to their hometown for the future of our children, and my grandfather moved to the county town. I remember that during the Spring Festival, my grandfather led me, wearing a fluffy military cap and huddled in the crowd. The streets in the county were broad and spacious, but there were many people during the Spring Festival. I dragged my grandfather's clothes and moved forward step by step. suddenly. A fellow-villager met my grandfather and my fellow-townsman and greeted us affectionately. He wanted to buy Tomatoes on sticks for us to eat. Grandpa politely refused, because Grandpa knew that the situation in his hometown was not rich, courtesy was light, benevolence and righteousness was important, and even his grandfather with a low level of education knew that.

The rings turn as usual, and I have grown from an ignorant little girl to a mature strong woman. I have experienced the joy and manipulation of the Spring Festival.

Now I still can't forget to walk around the street on New year's Eve. Although there are many people coming and going, I still feel cordial from strange faces and feel the freshness of the Spring Festival. After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a little-known school. At that time, my educational background was very low, so I did not go to work in other provinces. This is not a regrettable event in the world. On the contrary, it has become a mark on the rings. When I looked up at the fireworks in the sky, I was deeply attracted by the brilliant beads, as if it represented the future and symbolized that I had reached the other shore of happiness.

The events of the Spring Festival are vivid in my mind, and they are like traces of heavy ink engraved on the rings, which can never be erased or washed.

Author: dream Angel QQ:2897070855