Original Poems: New Year's Flavor No. 6:
Recalling the past, every Spring Festival is a competition.
The cannons are crisp one or two, and the number of new clothes is changed to their own hands.
The ram is against the whip ox, and the grain card is the most worried.
I have nothing to look back at when I am old, and I am happy to do it.
In the atmosphere of the Spring Festival, I always recall the past years, and those dense past events seem to be awakened by this special moment.
The Spring Festival is not only a traditional festival, but also a time to show vitality and passion。I remember that at that time, the children would light the cannon, and the two crisp ** sounds seemed to be the best interpretation of the New Year's flavor.
And the new clothes are always modified by my mother many times before they can be worn on my body, and the warmth and expectation are still surging when I think about it.
In the village square, the race of rams to the rack is particularly eye-catching. The fierce competition seems to be a contest of strength and spiritual sustenance. The cattle worked hard under the spur, and the diligence and tenacity are also my deepest memories of the Spring Festival.
However, even in such festive moments, there are things that are worrying. That's the food card, and we were always worried about not having enough of it, and now that I think back on, those worries are all the more interesting.
Now that I'm middle-aged, I'm less busy and worried than I was younger. But every Spring Festival, I can't help but look back, and those bits and pieces of the past have turned into a write-off of joy and happiness.
The Spring Festival is not only a festival, but also a mark of timeIt records the bits and pieces of our growth and witnesses the changes in our lives.
On this special occasion, I would like to sketch those good memories with pen and ink and share them with my family.
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