[things like Chinese New year] the smell of home

The 2015 Spring Festival is almost a month away, and I am in my thirties. I always think of the scenes of Spring Festival when I was a child. I will not only have a happy aftertaste, but also burst into tears. I will laugh unconsciously when I think of my ignorance and innocence when I was a child. I will also remember that work and family bring us pressure. I sometimes tell my daughter about the Spring Festival when I was a child. I will share every interesting story of my childhood with her.

The scene of the Spring Festival when I was a child always came to my mind. I remember that since the beginning of the winter vacation, I would ask my parents every day how many days there were for the Spring Festival. I always felt that the time had passed so long that I wanted to finish my homework for the winter vacation soon. just to be able to play a few more days during the Spring Festival, stick couplets with my father on the day of the Spring Festival, stick window grilles on the window with my mother, and read the newspaper with my grandfather.

Finally, it is dark, I will pick each dumpling, just to find the coins in the dumplings, we sit in front of the TV at eight o'clock on time, watching the Spring Festival Gala, kowtowing to my grandparents, holding red envelopes, looking at the lights of ten thousand houses, watching the fireworks blooming in the night, feeling extremely excited. The first year of junior high school is a day for relatives and friends to move around. Whenever I return to my grandmother's house on the second day of the Spring Festival, it is my happiest day.

Although I had the problem of carsickness at that time, I was still so excited. There were grandmothers, uncles, brothers, sisters, sisters, and younger brothers I missed. They would give me toys, firecrackers, Tomatoes on sticks, and all kinds of fun and delicious food. Grandma would also bring me frozen pears and frozen apples after they had just been washed in Northeast China.

Whenever my brother took our brothers and sisters to play street bully, we would scream and get excited with the movements of each game, eating sauerkraut stuffed dumplings made by grandma, drinking cheap white pear drinks, and learning adults to push cups and change them. It's like we're grown up, get off the table and take our brother to set off firecrackers and the only fireworks, as if we were afraid of this evening. Watching the fireworks blooming in the sky, we clapped our hands and screamed, extremely happy, as if I had the whole world.

With the growth of age, we have also become wives and fathers, with more working hours, heavy family responsibilities, more stability and maturity, and less innocence, but we are unable to give up the Spring Festival every year.

Because, in my hometown, there are parents who are worried about you with gray temples, and there are relatives who can't give up waiting for me to go home. now we are no longer screaming around the fireworks, we can only recall the interesting and embarrassing things of our childhood at the dinner table. whenever we recall the interesting things of our childhood, we will laugh heartily and be silent for the passage of time, although we can no longer eat the dumplings made by grandma. There is no mood for setting off firecrackers at that time, but the affection of our family together can never be changed!

Author: QQ:923768650 on the other side of the heart