Written by Wang You.
Received by courier. It is the lantern and blessing word that the niece bought online, as well as the couplet.
I still remember last year, and I went home for the New Year in the cold rain. As soon as I arrived home, the red lanterns in the courtyard fluttered, and the atmosphere of the New Year was greeted and I was very happy. Under the eaves of the roof, in front of the courtyard and behind the house, on the branches, the beams and columns, the large and small red lanterns are hanging, the red tassels are dancing, and the golden blessing characters are floating ......Mr. took a ** and posted it to Moments: Look at the five million lighting project in my hometown! It attracted a lot of praise and applause.
These lanterns, which do not cost much, are festive and auspicious, but they are stationed in the humble courtyard, which is full of everyone's hearts. I sighed infinitely in my heart: what a good day! Thinking of the past, the ragged and abundant New Year's Eve in childhood, especially the situation when my father led us to make lanterns with our own hands, that warm memory has been preserved to this day.
In the era of material scarcity, the year is the key in the hearts of adults and the hope in the hearts of children. In "The White-Haired Girl", Yang Bailao sang: People's daughters have flowers to wear, your father and I can't buy them with little money, I pulled a two-foot red head rope, and I tied up a ...... for my Xi'erWhen I read it when I was young, I was always sad and happy. The year of the poor family, the joy of the poor family. Every year during the Chinese New Year, my grandmother made my new shoes, my father's sewn flower clothes, and pumpkin seeds and popcorn were the ...... my mother saved little by little
One year, after Laba, the north wind blew overnight, and the weather was very cold. In the morning, my father took a scimitar to the bamboo forest, dragged back a new bamboo for a while, and cut the bamboo branches under the camphor tree by the courtyard dam. In the cold air, the fragrance of Hsinchu refreshes the heart and lungs. He moves skillfully, splitting the bamboo into well-proportioned pieces, green and yellow, and thick and thin. Does Dad want to weave a basket? No, let's make lanterns - make a lantern for the New Year, joy. The father smiled, and he smiled. On that winter morning when the cold wind blew through, he said to the young girl with a smile while cutting the green bamboo: Make a lantern for the New Year.
I don't remember whether my father took wheat or rice to the market and sold it for money, and bought back red, green, and green colored paper, as well as a brush and a small box of paint. The bamboo lantern frame has taken shape, and it is flat and round like a stout old pumpkin. Next, it is pasted with colored paper, painted with patterns, and decorated with tassels. My father didn't read much and didn't learn to draw. The earth is the canvas, and the flowers and trees, birds and animals are the patterns that grow in the heart. Dip in ink, mix powder, magpie plum, fish play lotus leaves, bamboo dance breeze ......Father suddenly seemed to have Ma Liang's magic pen, those flowers and birds, on the paper came alive ......
Next, we were made to make flowers and tassels, and my father wanted us to participate. The colored paper I bought back was flat and smooth cardboard. To make sticky hanging flowers and spikes, you need crepe paper, how ugly this slippery cardboard is. The father cut all kinds of paper as needed, took out the chopsticks, took the chopsticks as the axis, rolled the paper on the chopsticks at a certain angle, stood upright on the wooden table, held the upper end with his left hand, and pressed the paper along the chopsticks to the bottom with the middle finger of the right thumb and index finger. While demonstrating, my father taught us, with a pleasant face, and whispered: the paper cannot be scattered, the force must be even and steady, and we must not be in a hurry. After the paper on the chopsticks was pressed to the bottom, he took out the chopsticks and slowly unfolded the compressed paper one by one. Haha, like the wind wrinkling a pool of spring water, the paper is no longer smooth, and the beautiful wrinkles are like ripples. Then the red, green, and yellow folded paper were glued together layer by layer, and the moon season, roses, and large and beautiful flowers bloomed on the small wooden table, as if spring had come to me in advance.
The finished lanterns are hanging under the eaves, and the red tassels are fluttering. Someone came, staring: Yay! Your house has had a prosperous year - and you have bought lanterns! It's not bought, it's done! I rushed to say, my dad did it himself!
The handmade lantern has been hanging under the eaves. The Lantern Festival has passed, the Qingming Festival has passed, the Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, the color of the lamp has lightened, the painting marks have faded, and the flowers have been thanked, but they still have not been taken off. In the lantern, the fifteen-watt old-style light bulb, the faint light through the years of barren smoke and grass, has been shining there, shining in my heart......