Chinese New Year, back to the countryside. Before I arrived at the door, I smelled a strong smell of the New Year. The young people who worked hard in the big city have returned, returned to their hometown, and celebrated the New Year, perhaps the deepest expectation of this year, returning to the origin of life, and the harbor of the soul is still the countryside after all.
A red lantern is hung on the old street, and the gift box for visiting relatives and friends is placed in the farmers' market, all kinds of tricks are readily available, and the main color is "red", which is red and prosperous, and is full of joy. As I get older, I like to be more and more lively, and accompany my parents to visit the farmers' market, not only to buy New Year's goods, but sometimes to smell the fireworks in the countryside. Every household posted Spring Festival couplets, children set off red firecrackers, and the big blessing characters on the lintel were soaked in the joy and tranquility of the rural Spring Festival customs.
The neighbors next door, the doors of their homes are open, the New Year's goods are all purchased, and the house is full of piles. The aunt's house on the other side of the door is blessed for the New Year, chicken, duck and fish, and five-color pastries are placed in an orderly manner. Looking at the smile on Auntie Uncle's face, I suddenly felt that this is the real life, simple, down-to-earth, and warm. Happiness, in fact, can be very simple, breathe and breathe, you can feel a safe and proper breath.
My mother planted a vegetable field and cooked a good vegetable, and the places she went to in her life were only in front of the courtyard hall and in the fields, guarding every inch of land, working diligently, and being thrifty and pure. At this time, the mother was busy, boiling water in the stove, killing chickens and geese; Under the eaves hung eels, hairtails; Smoked fish marinated in soy sauce was drying on the ground, and a gust of wind blew, wafting wisps of fishy smell, which was the tempting smell that island people were accustomed to. My father squatted in front of the earthen stove and cooked meat over a fire. Every Chinese New Year, the family will buy several catties of pork, simmer slowly in a large pot, stew until the soup is bright and fragrant, and it is considered to be delicious. I helped my mother, peeling bamboo shoots, picking celery, washing dishes and ......The fire on the stove burned brightly, reflecting on the mother's wrinkled but ruddy face. When the vegetables, seafood, and soup are freshly baked, the aroma is diffuse, and the hall is already full of delicacies.
I used to spend my youth in the countryside, the chaimen dog barked, and the flowers bloomed on the mo, all of which were simple and amiable. Xu is the heart of the old man, walking on the mo, breathing the breath of the countryside, my heart settled down and quieted. The years are like a sharp sword, cutting off the youthfulness and impetuousness, but leaving behind memories, gratitude and indifference.
At dusk, in the courtyard, the red lanterns were lit up, and the family made tea around the stove. In winter, making tea around the stove has been quietly popular for many years, but it is the first time in our family. A large family gathered around a small oven, the charcoal in the stove was red, a steel wire mesh was placed on the stove, a teapot was placed, sweet potatoes, peanuts, oranges, red dates, potatoes, corn, chestnuts and so on were spread on the mesh, and they could be roasted and eaten. The tea is steaming, and the fragrance is wafting. We leisurely ate melon seeds, drank tea, talked, and enjoyed the joy of this rare reunion, allowing time to flow slowly.
Celebrate the New Year around the fireplace, such an ancient way of leisure has been recalled little by little, and all the good things will be picked up little by little. (Chen Yao).