In the evening of the old calendar "Xiao Nian", the sky of the city was gray, and the cold wind swirled on the bare ginkgo branches in the community. Standing by the window, staring at the bacon and sausages hanging on the balcony of the neighbor's house opposite, the taste buds touched the sense of festival, and it will be the "New Year" in six days. Thinking that his wife is still taking his son to work in Shuangpai, and his elderly parents are spending their ...... in their hometownA warm current flowed from his nose, and he couldn't help but get in the car and go straight to his hometown.
My hometown is located in a remote mountain village in the hinterland of the Yimeng Mountains, and its name has a beautiful legend. "Yimeng is mountainous, the road is rugged, and people open it, saying that it has been ...... since Huainanzi"In the Yimeng written by the ancients, Zhao Gao walked through my hometown, so we have the name of our village.
EditorBefore the middle of the Qing Dynasty, I passed through my hometown from the Yizhou Mansion to the ancient city of Dong'an, but at that time there was only a dam jump, and the people could not pass through when the water rose. During the Xianfeng period at the end of the Qing Dynasty, the people raised funds to build a three-hole double-plate stone slab bridge here, named "Tianhe Bridge", and built a wind and rain pavilion by the bridge with surplus funds, for the people to rest, and set up a stone tablet to repair the bridge next to the wind and rain pavilion.
Twenty minutes later, return to your hometown. Pushing open the wooden door, I saw the surprised and happy expressions of my parents, and smelled the aroma of rice wine in the room, as if I smelled the smell of my childhood.
The years of childhood are full of anticipation and freshness. "Twenty-one, make up your mind;Twenty-two, go out into the street;Twenty-three, send the stove emperor;Twenty-four, the New Year, twenty-five, grinding tofu ......"In that era of material scarcity, the Chinese New Year was the most worthy of children's expectations. I remember my father stepping on the snow to Lingling, carrying back items that are rarely seen on weekdays: about a pound of fruit candy, two boxes of biscuits, three small firecrackers, as well as bright and festive New Year paintings, red paper and incense candles filled with sandalwood. The years painted with the God of Wealth are pasted on the shrine, filling the poor home with new beauty and expectation.
At that time, television was not yet popular, and most of it was black and white, which was a luxury for the wealthy. On Chinese New Year's Eve, rich people amplify the sound of hanging cannons, and then watch the Spring Festival Gala around the TV. And for children from financially constrained families, firecrackers can be lit after the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, which is our favorite and hope. I remember that my father used to remove some loose firecrackers from the firecrackers and distribute them to our three brothers. We lit lanterns, pinched incense or firewood, went to the door to light the loose cannon that did not sound, or went to the threshing field ** sound, the sound of "crackling, crackling, crackling" made us cheer, until eleven or twelve o'clock, we reluctantly returned to the house.
Editor: The childhood years were solemn and warm. The joy of doing it himself washed away the embarrassment of poverty, and Uncle Zhizhong, who was a teacher in the village school, wrote well with a brush, and the villagers lined up in a long line to ask him to write Spring Festival couplets. The skillful grandmother of the Mao family can cut out all kinds of animals and festive window flowers, and the auspicious patterns cut out simple wishes. "Twenty-six, kill the New Year's pig. "After the New Year, pigs and chickens are slaughtered, and every household has to put meat to pay tribute to the land prince, the stove emperor and the ancestors.
The children happily followed the adults and pasted couplets, "Six Animals Prosperous" next to the pigsty and chicken pen, "Harvest of Five Grains" on the windmill and rice tank, and "Congratulations on the New Year" and "Smooth Sailing" on the door panel and bicycle. People are very close and warm to each other, a happy event can be spread all over the township, and a new dress can be happy throughout the New Year. Before going to bed on Chinese New Year's Eve, take out the new clothes made by my mother and try them on my body for half a day, and before going to bed, I don't forget to fold them neatly and put them on the pillow, thinking that if I wear this outfit to greet my grandmother for the New Year, will I get more money than in previous years?
Edit: The New Year of childhood was clean and reunited. In my childhood hometown, the river water is crystal clear, and the front and back of the house, the village and the outside of the village are neat and clean. "Twenty-five, send the Stove Emperor. "The poor need a clean door, and the hungry need people to be hard-hearted." "Although we were poor at that time, our parents always taught us like this. When we were young, our mother would take us to clean the utensils and floors outside the house, and we seemed to be able to smell the aroma of the earth. Outside the village, it is difficult to see cinders, plastics and other garbage by the small river and the mountains and forests.
In the cold winter, the sky was blue and clear, my mother and I went to the river to wash cabbage, geese and ducks were happy in the river, and cows were grazing in the fields. The Spring Festival of childhood also has Spring Festival, but the strong flavor of reunion is always there. I remember that my brother, who was in high school at Lingling No. 4 Middle School, came back from a make-up class and taught me and my younger brother to write Spring Festival couplets. At that time, there was no mobile phone, and there was no ** text message to greet the New Year.
On the morning of the first day of the new year, we went to the door with the elders of the village to shout New Year's greetings, and bowed to the west of the village from the east of the villageFrom the second day of the new year to the fifteenth day of the new year, the family went to relatives to pay New Year's greetings, talking and laughing during meals, and being sincere and sincere during the New Year's greetings, which was really happy. There are also old friends who have been reminiscing for a long time under the oil lamp, and relatives who are reluctant to cling to them in the snow, which is always moving.
The years do not live, and the seasons flow. Although today's daily life is like "New Year", what can't be returned is the taste of the old year;What I can't forget is the old man;What can't be found is a pure mood.