Someone said: "The Chinese New Year is actually ten days before the New Year." Indeed, at this time, everyone's impulse to go home has reached its peak, imagining all kinds of pictures when they go home for reunion. Family reunion, prepare New Year's goods, and have fun.
These ten days are like a magic treasure box, once opened, countless unforgettable moments are released - steaming dumplings in the mother's hand, the father pasted the auspicious Spring Festival couplet, the children laughing and setting off fireworks, and the sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and the Spring Festival Gala program shared by the whole family. However, when the New Year's bell rings, the dawn of the first day of the new year quietly falls on the earth, and the smell of the new year seems to dissipate quickly in the air like brilliant fireworks, and the once strong lively atmosphere begins to gradually fade away.
And the family also has to face the pain of parting. As the saying goes, "how bright the smile when you return, how hot the tears are when you leave", this huge emotional contrast makes people feel heartbroken. The deserted room returned to desertion again, and the original laughter and warmth seemed to be just a flash in the pan. Although it is beautiful, it can't stay for a long time, the temperature of home is particularly precious at this moment, and it also makes people cherish every gathering even more, and deeply experience the interweaving of reunion and parting is the truest and most affectionate portrayal of this special season of the New Year.
And this emotion pervades every wanderer who leaves home.
A picture of an online forum circulating. We can't seem to use our parents' love for us to give back to our parents. And under this message, there is a message that is even more destructive. A netizen said: "In those days, it was okay for my parents to delay 10 days without working, but now if I don't work for 10 days, I will lose my job." "After reading it, I really empathize with it, they are all hard-working workers.
Years ago: "When will you come back".
Tomorrow". Years later: "When will it be gone".
Tomorrow". 
It is said that firecrackers are set off in the New Year, and the Spring Festival couplets are used to drive away the New Year beasts. And I feel like I'm the beast. Firecrackers ushered us in and sent us away. The year is over, and we're leaving.
The people who play cards in the village during the Chinese New Year seem to be still my father's group. And we don't seem to belong to this village that belongs to us, and many people don't know each other in the past. There is also no contact between peers. A lot of old people are gone, and a lot of new people are coming. It's just me, it's still me.
The impression that people in the village had of me was limited to my father. Not to mention my father, they didn't even know who I was. And I, I don't know who he is or what to call him.
The happiest is the one who is closest to happiness.
If my hometown can support me, then I will definitely not leave my hometown. People leave their homes just to beg for food. So I remembered the refugees of the famine in the past, and we are like them now.
360 days of silence in exchange for a few days of excitement. When we woke up, we still had to go on the road, and the old people at home. I want to replay the scene of these 5 days in 360 days.
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