I was born in 1980, when the revolution began.
When I was a child, there was no essential difference between my family and the children in the neighborhood, everyone was waiting for the New Year to eat delicious food, wear new clothes, disassemble and set off firecrackers, and look forward to the New Year.
I'm an only child, my parents go to work, and I'm always on my own, so I'm looking forward to the Chinese New Year, I can go to my grandmother's house and play with cousins of the same age, so I won't feel lonely.
Remember, the family huddled on a kang. In the middle of the night, I watched my father use the 10 yuan bill, which was the largest denomination at the time, to compare and contrast back and forth on the burnt paper he bought. I asked what this was forHe said that this is to print the money, and during the New Year, it will be burned to the ancestors. Because, this is tradition, it is habit.
I still remember that in the market where materials were not abundant, my mother would repeatedly purchase New Year's goods for a few days. Then fry a lot of dried fruits in advance, and in the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, busy all day to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but also to wrap dumplings in the first half of the night, and then wait for everyone to finish eating, before ending the Chinese New Year's Eve.
The family was eating dumplings while watching the Spring Festival Gala. The Spring Festival Gala at that time was so good-looking.
In the middle of the night, my father would go to the yard to set off fireworks, and my mother and I would laugh and watch. At this time, if you look left and right, you will find that my neighbors are also looking at the sky together in their own yards.
Later, the heroic model representatives of the Laoshan front no longer appeared on the Spring Festival Gala. The Soviet Union also disappeared as if overnight. ** Cartoons imported from the United States and Japan began to occupy my childhood, and comic books and game consoles carved up my youth, but with more and more selectivity, the title of "comrade" was slowly lost to me.
It was at this time that I don't know why the beginning of the "protect the eyesight for the revolution" was deleted from the eye exercises, and I don't know why, the factory no longer put "We workers have power" after work. No one mentioned that "Saturday and Sunday is a capitalist deprivation of the right to work one day a week", and we also started to have two days off a week.
My family moved into a building, and since then a door has separated the neighborhood, and no one has come to the house to play chess with my father or talk to my mother.
This door is also isolated from the changes in the world, and the family in the door is copying the footsteps of my father, and I am no exception to enter the factory, ready to spend the next countless years in peace.
It is also at this time, the year, that it has become the exclusive time of mahjong.
Some people complained on the Internet that there was no holiday on Chinese New Year's Eve this year, and the age of the person who said this was not very relevant, he did not know that Chinese New Year's Eve was not on holiday in the past, and he did not know that many traditional festivals were not closed. In the factory, everyone is blatantly sneaking home for the New Year.
I still remember that the documents issued by the factory clearly require the workers not to be allowed, because it is not for nothing, but a few years later, we were required to buy the internal ** of the factory, saying that we should have a spirit of ownership and share the honor and disgrace with the factory.
Two voices came out of one mouth, as if the "superborn guerrillas" had been caught before, and now they were encouraging childbirth to be released. But few people are willing to give birth, and the essential reason is that they don't have money in their hands - I don't know if they remember that "no investigation has no right to speak".
In fact, our factory is not bad, it has survived the wave of layoffs, so that my father and my wages not only ensure life, but also save a little money. At that time, I didn't know that it was the darkest time in the Northeast, and there were really many people who regarded the New Year as a New Year's pass, but at that time, I still liked the New Year.
Slowly, my salary was not as good as that of a waiter outside the system, which actually indicated that the economy as a whole began to improve, but everyone lost faith and became "everything for money", and even at that time, whoever wanted to mention "patriotism" on the Internet had to be scolded by a group of strangers for a long time. It is one-sided towards the westernization of the imagination, and talks about freedom and democracy every day. As a result, the feelings between people have changed, some people want to see you laugh, some people want to borrow money from you, and everyone has become no longer the same as before.
Since then, I have stopped looking forward to the Chinese New Year.
Later, our city also learned that fireworks were banned in big cities. I'm very happy that I was finally able to eat quietly and watch the more and more boring Spring Festival Gala.
But after the New Year, I felt uncomfortable, too quiet, as if the New Year had no taste, just because of the lack of firecrackers. But long before the invention of gunpowder, our ancestors began to celebrate the New Year, which shows that the taste of the New Year is only related to reunion and anticipation. But there are so many options available to us now, and entertainment to death has become the slogan of the new era, and no one saves all the good things until the New Year.
Now, parents will still prepare a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but they usually eat whatever they want, and they no longer look forward to new clothes and firecrackers, but only look at their mobile phones. There are no wishes and expectations, so the Chinese New Year has become an ordinary day.
After a few more years, the city secretly resumed setting off firecrackers, but I began to hate the Chinese New Year.
years, after all, has become a unit of measurement, piling up the wrinkles of my parents, and also makes me feel that I am no longer young, and I have already entered middle age.