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"Changing the years" is the meaning established by the chronological calendar for the Spring Festival; "Family reunion" is the deep affection given by the fireworks world for the Spring Festival. Spring Festival – a special day for Chinese, people always look forward to spending time with their families.
Thousands of families have different reunions. Today, we are reuniting with our readers and friends, turning this warmth into a tribute to the new era.
Editor. The taste of dumplings.
Jia Feihuang. When it comes to Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in the north, dumplings are indispensable.
Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, I want reunion. In this way, from the perspective of begging for color, it seems that eating glutinous rice balls is more justified. But the dumplings are not. It patted its round belly, shook its flowered clothes, and shouted: "Who doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year?" "—yes, what are dumplings? Perhaps only the dough of the new wheat rolling back then can best highlight the harvest of the five grains; Only the meat and vegetable matching, bright and solid filling, can best express the joy of the prosperity of the six animals.
Or, there are also realistic considerations: making dumplings is a big project, men, women and children perform their duties and do their best, in order to make this dumpling lively and delicious. If there are many people, it is good to make dumplings, and if there are many people, they will eat dumplings. A meal of dumplings is not only the beginning of reunion, but also the result of reunion. When the housewives turned out the large basins and curtains that had not been used for a year, and washed them carefully, their ears seemed to have heard the bells of the New Year, and the lively noise of a large family.
Taste dumplings regardless of season, but the dumplings of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner are unique, pay attention to their own freshly wrapped and wrap their own taste. Hundred family dumplings and hundreds of flavors, the inheritance of the taste of Chinese New Year's Eve rice dumplings, hidden in the lively year, like a hidden family tree in the kitchen.
Grandma's New Year's dumplings are filled with sauerkraut. Scooping sauerkraut from the vat on the balcony is the prelude to the New Year's dumpling drama. We children love to watch sauerkraut, and children love to watch everything that is lively. But when the yellow-green sauerkraut had a pungent sour smell and poked its head out of the vat, the children were screaming and running away. It took me many years later to realize that the pungent sourness was the taste of the pickled cabbage, which fermented again and again for a long time afterward, but it was nowhere to be found.
The sauerkraut was rinsed several times and became radiant, and then it was thrown onto the cutting board, picking out the fat and suitable leaves, and the sound of chopping stuffing came and went in the cramped kitchen. The sauerkraut core, with a light flavor and just the right amount of sweet and sour, was given to children as snacks. When we ran out of the kitchen with the sauerkraut core, the square table had been set up in the back room, and the dough was in the center. Skillful housewives sit around, parents chat briefly, but their hands are not idle, kneading dough, cutting dough, waiting for the dumplings to be filled before you can open the bag.
Grandma's New Year's dumplings are vegetarian and freshly filled. Leeks, eggs, fungus, only leeks have the strongest sense of existence. The leek segment the size of the chopsticks head rubbed from the sleeve of the stuffing person to the child's hand, and then rubbed from the child's hand to all corners of the house, as if it was a green sprinkle of gold, which made the adults helpless but couldn't help laughing.
The liveliness in the kitchen reached a climax in the process of making dumplings. An assembly line was launched, and everything was in order. The three fresh fillings mixed in the big pot, the green leeks, and the golden eggs are like gold and jade, and the black fungus dotted with them adds to the luxury. The family reunited and made dumplings, and the dumplings were also reunited on the round curtain, round and round, crowded next to each other, like a fat white jade peony. My cousins and I helped out in the cook, but the dumplings were inexplicably weird, and finally laughed and scattered in the scolding of the adults for "making their own food and eating it themselves".
Grandma's sauerkraut-stuffed dumplings are always served during the banquet. The rich sour aroma neutralizes the greasy in the meat filling, and the dipping sauce does not need to add vinegar, only garlic soy sauce is used, accompanied by a sound of "dumplings are wine, the more you drink, the more you have". At this moment, dumplings are not only a good dish for drinking, but also a staple food to relieve drunkenness. Grandma's three fresh dumplings are mostly used for the end of the reunion dinner. At this time, the children couldn't stand the high-minded talk on the table, sat in front of the TV with dumpling plates, and ate the dumplings with relish on the Spring Festival Gala. Looking out the window, there are thousands of lanterns, and the sound of firecrackers is itchy...... unbearable
Later, when I lived in a foreign country, every time I ate dumplings, I always had relatives in my heart, and I stayed away from the two kinds of fillings, sauerkraut and three fresh. First, you can't taste the taste of the year; Second, it is no longer the lively scene of the year. When you eat it alone, the dumplings seem to cool down very quickly. If you ask me what kind of dumplings I like best, the answer obviously can't be sauerkraut or three fresh - that's not my favorite taste, that's the taste I can't go back to.
can't go back, the years go by, and the world changes. The family branches are scattered, and the lively reunion is difficult to see again, but it is scattered into the lights of thousands of homes, turning into a middle reunion and a small reunion. No one pickles sauerkraut at home anymore, and the composition and seasoning of the three fresh fillings have also changed and changed. The takeaway dumplings for the New Year Festival are dazzling and a little dazed. The only thing that doesn't seem to have changed is that I still can't wrap a dumpling, and now I don't even know how to buy a rolling pin and a curtain.
Fortunately, when the New Year bell rings, my mother will cook a hand-wrapped dumpling for me. There are few people, we don't eat much, and the dumpling wrappers are mostly bought outside, but the fillings are adjusted by ourselves, and the taste is improved according to the preferences of our "small family". The sauerkraut stuffed dumplings are dipped in aged vinegar, the three fresh stuffed dumplings are wrapped with shrimp, and the volume of the TV supports the bustle in the house, everything seems familiar, but different.
In such an atmosphere, the family put the year-end dumplings into their stomachs, but they felt the long-lost fulfillment. It is as if the junction of the two lunar years has made up the last piece of the puzzle, and time has broken the embankment and flowed ever since.
The taste of dumplings is the taste of reunion.
Fireside time. Huang Yongmei.
I bought my parents a set of tea-making stoves and put them on the old square wooden table on the balcony. The Liubao tea in the glass pot was boiling softly, and the strong tea was brewing one after another, just like our past, one string after another. After the Spring Festival reunion dinner, our family has an additional program: making tea around the stove. In addition to talking about our respective lives, we are more about the past we have experienced together. When it comes to some old people and old things, some people will keep adding to them, and other people will spread another thing. The old days are like a pile of scattered building blocks in our small talk, splicing together a space of mixed feelings, where the smell of charcoal, the stale aroma of boiling tea, and an aroma that I define as happiness flow in the air.
My sister said that when she met Brother Zhao on the street a few days ago, she couldn't recognize him. Who is Zhaodi? My mother calculated in her heart and said to me, you were young at the time, and you probably didn't have any impression, and Brother Zhao was Liang Dafu's daughter. The name lit up my memory all at once. Before I was in elementary school, my family lived on a hill in Shiguchong, on the outskirts of the city, and we would pass several local homes up and down the mountain. Although our family is not a local, we get along very well with those families, but Liang Dafu is the only one who does not want to approach, whether adults or children. He always bathed under the faucet at the door of the house, wearing only a pair of wide shorts all over his body, and he did not avoid passers-by in broad daylight. My father told us that Liang Dafu was a crew member on the Xijiang River, and probably the people who walked the boat were like that when they took a bath on the boat, they couldn't change this habit when they went ashore. My father said that he was actually a good man.
The hut on the hill has a mountain forest on the back. In the summer, snakes come into our house from time to time. When I was about three years old, Liang Dafu helped my father deal with a silver krait that spat under my dinner table. The snake was venomous, and my father recognized it, and what compelled him not to act rashly was that I was sitting at the dinner table like an ignorant hostage. The mother could only shout for help outside the door and down the mountain. Soon, Liang Dafu, shirtless and wearing a pair of wide shorts, ran up, carrying a thick bamboo tube in his hand. He first threw something at the snake, directing the snake's attention to himself. My parents shouted to reassure me and keep my attention firmly on the dinner table. When the snake swam out of the bottom of the table, Liang Dafu rushed to the front in a few steps, and pressed the bamboo tube on its neck accurately, instantly ** it.
In this way, Liang Dafu also saved my life. Because of Liang Dafu, we remembered some old things and old people. Interestingly, all we remember are some things about mustard beans, who was good to us, who helped us. It seems that in this warm atmosphere, people's memories will also be automatically screened, and the hardships of the past are not worth mentioning.
A peeled chestnut was placed in my hand. "It's baked, and it's fragrant when it's hot. "Mother picked out the first one from the stove and gave it to me. I held it, looked at my mother, then at my father, and said thoughtlessly, "Thank you, Mom and Dad, for raising your daughter so old." For a while, my mother didn't know how to answer. My sister suddenly slapped me and exaggeratedly said, "I'm not old, don't count me in." I attacked her with a smile: "It's all menopausal, not too old?" My brother took over and praised his mother: "Tut, Mom, you and your father are so good, you have raised children to menopause one by one." Everyone laughed. My father raised a kung fu teacup to honor my mother, and we followed suit.
The warmth of the fireplace and the memories of the past make us more intimate. The night before I left home, before going to bed, I sat at the foot of my parents' bed, put my feet under the covers, and talked to them. Let's talk about some future plans. This is the moment when I feel most intimate with my parents, and I feel like I've become "small", "small" enough to lie in their arms, "small" enough to talk nonsense. "Mom, if only time could stop. "Mom, if only I could go back to when I was a kid. "These nonsensical coquettishness, I know, is my maximum relaxation in front of them, or the maximum exposure of some kind of weakness.
Early in the morning, before dawn, I gently packed my luggage and went out to catch the earliest high-speed train. This time, at my insistence, I finally discussed with my parents and only sent out of the elevator at home. I don't know if it was because they talked too long last night, they went to bed too late, or because of the effect of sleeping pills, they haven't woken up yet. I crept up to their bedside, their snoring sounding to me like a cheerful tune, with a witty rhythm. I stifled a laugh, reached into the quilt, and touched the mattress, which was warm. I thought of the big fat cat they had again, turned around and walked to the cat cage, reached in and touched the cotton cloth under the cat, it was warm. The cat's throat vibrated with a purring of joy.
In front of the platform, the train I was waiting for was roaring, and on another track, a train was slowly departing towards it, and a strong gust of air was staggered by the past, and a new life was coming. Saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, it seems that people are more nostalgic for the old that they have resigned, or in other words, people's common memories of the old are becoming clearer. The old time is in the past tense, and the new life is in the future tense, and if it were not for the memories and emotions of the people who are ushering in and sending them to, they will not be reflected at all.
Family "Spring Festival Gala" to celebrate the New Year.
Zhang Chaolin. Before the Spring Festival last year, my father called us separately to arrange reunions. He said that this year's New Year's Eve will be held in a family "Spring Festival Gala", so that each of us can get a program, and the more the better.
My father is a rural teacher, I have taught ** all my life, I have sung songs all my life, and I can't be idle when I retire, I sing wherever I go, and I also organized the old people in the village who like to sing, and set up a "sunset literary class" in the elderly activity room. There is a yard by the river in my hometown, which is taken care of by my father and mother. We each have our own jobs and rarely get together. But when you run for the New Year, you can't move the thunder, and no matter how busy you are, you have to rush back to your hometown on Chinese New Year's Eve to accompany your parents to reunite.
In the courtyard, the golden Spring Festival couplets written by my father were pasted, the red lanterns were hung, the trees and eaves of the courtyard were also wrapped with neon lights, the large living room was covered with a red carpet, and the background wall was hung with the "Family Spring Festival Gala" written by my father, surrounded by flowers around the smart TV, the microphone was set up in the stage, and the hall was also surrounded by bonsai and several round tables, with fruit snacks on the table. The son was busy debugging the background and screen of each show for his grandfather. The daughter-in-law accompanies her mother in the kitchen. The mother happily prepared all the cold dishes, stir-fried vegetables, and steamed vegetables, kneaded a ball of white noodles, and chopped a pot of dumpling filling.
When night falls, the colorful lights are bright, the cheerful and festive **circulates in the hall**, and the flavor of the New Year flutters in the song.
The second brother drove back, and the second niece was so happy to see such a luxurious family stage, and she gave her grandfather a big red envelope. The second brother and daughter-in-law took out a thick red scarf and wrapped it around her mother's neck, making her mother's face redder than a lantern.
The horn of the car sounded, and the third brother's family arrived home. The third brother got out of the car, opened the back cover of the car, stuffed the big bags and small bags of local products bought in the field on a business trip to his mother, and brought the New Year's flavor of a foreign land back to southern Shaanxi, which provoked his mother to keep saying: "It's more, it's more!" ”
The family 'Spring Festival Gala' has officially begun! For the first program, please enjoy ** "Green Mountains and Clear Water Beautiful Hometown". * Let's go! "The father who is in good spirits, his voice has not diminished.
Accompanied by the brisk **, the continuous Qinling Mountains, the towering Bashan, the clear Han River and the peach blossom source of the hometown, the mille-feuille river, the sugarcane forest, and the small streams, all jumped out of the picture, the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the grass is green, the water is clear, the waves are fine, and the village is beautiful, everyone holds their breath and concentrates**. The final image fell on the back garden of my yard. I really admire the old father with a heart, and we said on the spot that we want to store this ** in the mobile phone and take it out to taste from time to time.
The next program is a song "Hometown Beauty" written by my father: "Qinling Mountains are majestic and beautiful, Qingshui Hanjiang is walking in front of the gate, Qinba is really beautiful, and the spring breeze of the times blows the earth......The father sang while playing the erhu, the grandson squatted next to him and raised the microphone, and the daughters-in-law all came on stage and danced to cheer up the father. The high singing attracted the neighbors and villagers to come and see, and the hall was full of people, and the mother stuffed the candy into the villagers' hands one by one.
The third brother's specialty song is "Heavenly Road". The third brother inherited his father's genes, with a bright voice and clear speech. He sang devotedly, melodiously, and affectionately, bringing everyone to the snowy plateau. The third brother happened to be on a business trip in the plateau area a while ago, and he incorporated the feelings of living there into this song.
It was the turn of the third niece to play: "I dedicated a song "I Will Be You When I Grow Up" to my grandfather and the teachers here. The father played the accordion to his granddaughter's accompaniment.
The show was wonderful, and laughter fluttered in the living room.
The free performance session began. The onlookers also competed to appear on stage, tell a few jokes, give a few blessings, and make a few wishes, which made everyone laugh.
At some point, my mother went to the kitchen again. When her mother was young, she was the backbone of the team. The father said: "For the last show, please come to the stage." The mother refused, and everyone coaxed: "Come one, come one!" That's when she came to the stage.
Our home, the world is auspicious, the clear water surrounds the green mountains, and the fields are green and verdant......"My mother sang "Happiness and Health", which was written by Ankang people and was widely sung in Ankang. The mother sang affectionately. For a while, the villagers gathered around again and sang together. At the same time, the father played the flute accompaniment. The villagers sang and danced, dancing and singing, and there was a joyful and lively atmosphere.
Suddenly, I only heard fireworks outside. The song was accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, rippling in the sky above the hometown, and the night sky of the new village was lit red.
The blessing of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
Chen Hongjin. Outside the window is the rippling blue waters of Dianchi Lake. The early morning sun shines on the surface of the water, and all you see is glittering "gold", which is covered with fine pieces on the surface of the water, which is a bit dazzling to the eyes. Red-headed gulls from afar fly in flocks on the water. Once a year, these creatures come to the warm Dianchi Lake, which is considered to be home. They can't help but make a call, reminiscent of a traveler returning to the village, greeting his neighbors cordially through their hedges.
The Spring Festival is approaching, and I am still in Kunming to attend a meeting with a short notice. Dianchi Lake and the venue are only separated by one street. Turning his head to look out the window, in addition to the red-headed gulls on the water, there was also a rush of traffic. The time is approaching the end of the year, and those cars seem to be in a hurry, and they should be on their way home.
At the end of the meeting, I waited for my friends to take the bus back to Lijiang. After a hurried lunch, we merged into the full traffic on the viaduct and rushed all the way in the direction of Chuxiong, Dali and Lijiang. We want to return to Lijiang before the sun sets, go back to reunite with our families, and welcome the arrival of the new year.
The more anxious you are, the more you seem to be far away. Driving past Chuxiong, I saw the tall Fu Pagoda in Chuxiong City from a distance, and said to myself in my heart: I have walked about a third of the way. After driving through Dali, I saw Cangshan and Erhai Lake coming from a distance, and said to myself in my heart: I walked about two-thirds of the way. The car passed through the tunnel, and Lijiang City came into view in an instant, and finally secretly happy, and couldn't help sighing: I finally returned to Lijiang. Near dusk, the sun shines on Lijiang City. Lijiang Old Town, Lion Rock, Fuhui Road, this is the most familiar scene that people who return to Lijiang see at first sight. At this moment, they are gilded with a faint warm color by their happy eyes, as if they are also preparing to pack up their mood and welcome the arrival of spring.
Back at home, the whole neighborhood was already shrouded in orange lights. The daughter was wearing a pair of bear-shaped slippers and a fat sweater, but she was busy cutting paper and origami in her hands, and then spread it out, dipped it in the ink that exuded a strong ink fragrance, and used her beautiful European characters to write the Spring Festival couplets slowly and methodically on the red paper. I pushed the door in, and she was no longer as surprised by her father's return as she was when she was a child, she just raised her head, greeted me, and then continued to bury her head in writing her Spring Festival couplets.
The light shone on her figure, and it suddenly felt like time had passed. A few years ago, she was still around me, and went with me to buy Spring Festival couplets on the street, and then pasted them on the doors of my home. In the blink of an eye, her figure passed through the classes of junior high school, high school, and university, returned home, bought back the paper by herself, took out the content of the Spring Festival couplets she created, drew one stroke at a time, and wrote her prayers for this spring on the red paper. Before she knew it, the couplets she had written were spread all over the living room, and the ink was drying everywhere. Through the window, you can see the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in the distance when you raise your eyes. The snow on the mountain shimmered silver, like an ink painting embedded in the window. The snow-capped mountains and Spring Festival couplets reflect each other, making people feel comfortable and quiet.
When I woke up, early in the morning, I drove north towards the fields at the foot of the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain. In the fields, wheat seedlings are slowly recovering in the thin frost at the turn of winter and spring. In the wheat field, a wild vegetable called wheat cabbage also grows with the wheat seedlings in the gradually warmer weather. In my hometown of Sanchuanba, Yongsheng County, every Spring Festival, the villagers like to pickle sauerkraut with this wild vegetable. As a nostalgia for the customs of my hometown, every year before Chinese New Year's Eve, I go to the wheat field at the foot of the Yulong Snow Mountain to pick wheat cabbage and come back to make sauerkraut, which has become a new custom for me, a new Lijiang person.
In the afternoon, the warm winter sun makes people feel comfortable, and the spring begins again. Cut a bamboo tree from the village outside the city, remove the branches, leaving only a few clusters of leaves on the tip of the bamboo, and make a long broom, stretching out to the high eaves, sweeping away the cobwebs, dust, weeds, depression and sickness accumulated over the year. After sweeping Yangchun, with the borrowed bamboo pole, sawed a piece of bamboo, and then carefully cut the bamboo tube into bamboo strips, cut off the edges and corners, and then sanded with sandpaper, a few pairs of elegant chopsticks were done. Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the brand-new chopsticks exude a faint fragrance of bamboo, added to the chopstick basket, and the habits passed down from generation to generation are passed on to the new year in this long-lost fragrance.
The sun is sinking, the twilight is falling again, and sporadic firecrackers begin to be heard on the streets, and some people can't help the joy of the festival and begin to set off fireworks in advance in the twilight, and the night sky is illuminated. The Jade Dragon Snow Mountain was not far away, silently watching the ...... Lijiang City
Typography: Cai Huawei.
People** 2024-02-10 07 Edition).