What is New Year's Flavor? The taste of the New Year is a kind of expectation, a ritual, a sense of mystery, a kind of awe, and a kind of family affection.
Children, don't be greedy, it's the New Year after Laba. The children were looking forward to the New Year, and they were about to enter the Layue Gate, and the mother said to the children with a smile.
That morning, my mother boiled a pot of sticky laba porridge. The porridge is reddish-brown in color and has a sweet taste. There are no lotus seeds, no lilies, no longan, etc., but the farmers have grains and beans, red beans, mung beans, rice, millet, rice stubble and peas, red dates, chestnuts and peanuts...Slow boiling, sweet sticky porridge, drink a round belly, thinking in my heart, it's almost the New Year!
But in the next few days, there was no news of the New Year, and the children counted with their fingers. The weather is getting colder and colder, and my feet hurt from the cold. I only heard my mother say to my father, wait a few days to catch the New Year's fair, tear a flower dress for Da Yan'er, pull a pair of pants for my son, and the padded jacket is also small, change Da Man'er's old jacket. I can't wear cotton shoes, so I have to buy a new pair.
All of a sudden, there was hope again. You can follow your father to the town to buy a firecracker and disassemble it. There are also new clothes, the first day of the new year is not to rely on the bed, to get up early, wear new clothes ......
It's still cold. The plum tree in the courtyard is blooming vigorously, yellow and bright, and the fragrance is impressive. The school holidays were over, and the children threw away their school bags and went up the trees and walls to play.
Finally waited for the day of the New Year's fair, the mother took the eldest child, the father led the son, put on the ox cart, and the family sat on the ox cart and went out on the road to the east of the village.
The large set is crowded with people. The father tied the ox to the poplar tree by the river and parked the cart there. I made an appointment with my mother to gather here when the sky rang, and my mother took Da Yan'er to the cloth market to pull cloth, buy shoes in the shoe market, and buy melons and dates and candy in the food market. The father took his son to the firecracker market to buy firecrackers, the fish market to buy fish, and the grocery market to buy New Year's goods, Spring Festival couplets and newspapers and ......The sound of firecrackers in the firecracker market came and went, and the firecrackers were ringing, touching the hearts and ...... of the children
A heavy snowfall painted the sky and the earth anew, the snow on the ground was more than half a foot thick, and the children built a snowman in the alley, with black eyes and red lips, and a carrot made a nose. I don't know which one is naughty, so I picked up a torn hat and buckled it crookedly on the snowman's head.
On the first day of the new year, the production team slaughtered the pig, and my father brought back half a pig's head, four pig's trotters and a few catties of meat, put them on the snow under the plum outside the window of the west room, and buckle them with an iron pot.
On the day of the New Year, my mother and eldest sister cleaned up the kitchen and cleaned up the pots and pans in the kitchen. The father tied a broom to a long pole and cleaned the houses. During the break, the son took the broom, swayed it a few times, and then used the gun to stab the flower cat squatting on the wall. The cat screamed and jumped onto the roof.
It wasn't very dark yet, and my mother was already chopping dumplings on the table tennis floor. My father put a firecracker on the shed of the pigsty and froze it, saying that it would make a crisp sound when it was set off.
My mother had already wrapped the dumplings at some point, and there were two kinds of dough, the white one was white noodles and the black one was soba noodles. The mother asked Da Yan'er to light the fire, and the father put the candy on the table, and took a roll of beaten bamboo paper, which was burned, and in the flickering fire, the father kowtowed solemnly, and muttered something in his mouth. The children listened to their mother, that is called the stove, this evening, the stove prince ate dumplings to go to the heavenly palace to report the good and evil in the world, so they used candy to send it, hoping that the stove prince would say more good things and bring good luck to the family.
The stove was steaming, the water was boiling in the pot, and the mother made dumplings. The father picked up the firecrackers with a long bamboo pole, and in the crackling firecrackers at the gate, the mother brought the dumplings to the kang, and the family was busy eating dumplings. The father told his son that starting tomorrow, he could dismantle the firecrackers and set them off.
Sure enough, as soon as it was dawn the next day, there were sporadic firecrackers on the street. After breakfast, my son removed a pocket of firecrackers from the small firecrackers, grabbed a few more firecrackers, and went to the street to find playmates.
The children counted a few more days on their fingers, and the mother began to steam the New Year's dumplings and dry food. The dough of the big dumpling is very hard, and the mother kneades it vigorously, and the steamed big dumpling is snow-white and noisy, and then pasted the red paper cut of the flowers. The dough for bean buns, rice cakes, and rice buns should be softer. The son loves to eat his mother's steamed rice buns, white glutinous rice, yellow millet rice, fried with diced pork belly until browned, mixed with chopped green onions and salt to make the filling, the steamed rice buns are fragrant and soft and glutinous, and the son will drool every time he thinks about it.
It's the end of the year in a blink of an eye. The mother and the eldest lady pasted the wall and sealed the window, pasted the window flowers, and made the house bright and new. The son helped his father cook the pig's head, and the father had already split half of the pig's head into two pieces with an axe, washed it with water, and boiled it in a pot, to which a lot of seasoning was added, and before long, as the broth tumbled, the aroma filled the courtyard. The stove was filled with firewood and burned vigorously. The son ran out of the window again to see his mother seal the window. The mother had already cut the window paper and was scraping off the old stickers with a knife, and the son called out to his mother, made a grimace, and was attracted by the sound of firecrackers and ran outside.
When the son came back, the father had already boiled the pig's head and returned to the pot, and put it in a large basin, which was still steaming, and the house was fragrant. With the help of the fire in the stove, my father boiled pig's trotter jelly again, and also put the dried ** fish, a chicken head and chicken neck and two chicken feet bought at the New Year's fair.
The windows were sealed, and the mother pasted all the window grilles by the way, and there were two red paper-cut fighting cocks, which were blushing and tirelessly fighting under the pull of the wind rope.
On Chinese New Year's Eve, children open their eyes and look for new clothes. The mother said that the new clothes would not be worn until tomorrow. The mother had already put the clothes that her son had taken off last night in the quilt to warm up. The children got dressed and had breakfast, the mother and the eldest lady were busy scooping up dry rice, fried fish and chicken, and the father found New Year's pictures to hang on the wall. After the New Year, the New Year's painting will be taken down and hung up in the next year. The son helped his father hand shoe spikes and half-split sorghum poles. The pasted walls and windows that I beat yesterday were all used up, and my mother made another pot to paste Spring Festival couplets for my father.
The mother chops chickens, washes vegetables, washes rice, washes fish, and prepares. The son helped his father brush the paste, and the father pasted the Spring Festival couplets.
The mother fried the chicken and rice, and the eldest lady lit the fire, and the mother instructed her to burn it from time to time. The fried green onions in the pot made a loud noise, and the mother fried the chicken pieces into it, and put the washed white and yellow rice on the edge of the pot. When the rice is about to be cooked, the mother holds a bowl of rice, inserts the tender green spinach and red jujubes, and serves it on the table, which is called the next year's rice, which is to pray for the surplus grain every year, and eat the old year's grain in the new year.
Before going to bed last night, my mother told the children that during the New Year, they should talk less, and the little people should not talk nonsense and commit taboos. He also said that if the dumplings are broken, they will say that they have earned, and if the bowl is broken, they will say that the year is safe, and so on. Therefore, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the children endured not to speak. Occasionally forget your feelings and say something you shouldn't say, and you will earn the eyes of adults.
The couplet was pasted, and the courtyard immediately had a festive atmosphere. The family sat around the kang to eat, and the dry rice that the mother fished was fragrant, especially the burnt yellow pot, soaked in chicken soup, which was the best to eat, which was the son's exclusive food.
In the afternoon, the father led the children to the grave, leaving the door open as he went, and took a long wooden stick and placed it on the threshold. This door has been open until the dumplings are eaten in the evening, and my mother said that going to the grave in the afternoon is to invite the ancestors home for the New Year. After the sun set, the ancestors would take a car or a ride home to enjoy the offerings of the descendants, and the offerings on the table were prepared for them. The barricade is to prevent lonely souls and wild ghosts, and only the ancestors can enter this gate. waited until the fifth day of the first lunar month to send the ancestors back. When the children heard this, they felt cold behind them, and on the way home, they always looked back, but they didn't see the sedan car or something. I thought about seeing if the offerings would be eaten by the ancestors, but I forgot about it because of my playfulness.
When she returned home, her mother had already taken out the candy and melon seeds and put them in the basket to entertain the guests, and the son picked up a few delicious pieces and put them in his pocket. The skin of the sugar paper melon seeds on the ground under the kang cannot be cleaned, and it can not be cleaned until the New Year. The son went out with his friends and set off a circle of firecrackers, and when he came back, his mother began to chop cabbage stuffing and noodles to prepare dumplings.
I ate a little indiscriminately for dinner, and I kept my stomach for dumplings at night, and the meat jellipe made by my father was delicious, and the children quickly ate up a plate of meat jelly. The mother asked her son to take out the steel jump, and washed the dumplings with hot water and alkaline noodles.
The mother put the panel on the kang, served the noodles and the dumpling filling, and began to make the dumplings. There are no buckwheat noodles tonight. Da Yan'er rolled the skin, the mother wrapped it, the son watched on the side, six steel jumps and six red dates were wrapped into the dumplings, and the son began to recognize which one was wrapped in steel jumps, but he didn't remember it in a blink of an eye.
The children were sleepy, and when they looked at the watch, it was only past nine o'clock. The Spring Festival Gala is an opera program, and the babbling is so boring. But my mother said that she would keep the New Year, and she couldn't sleep at night, and if she really had to sleep, she wouldn't be able to eat the money in the dumplings. The father smiled and said, go down and wash his face with cold water.
Finally, I heard the sound of firecrackers. My father looked at the wall watch and said it was time to make dumplings. The mother and the eldest grandmother went down to make dumplings, and the father went to the gate to put the whip. The son lay on the windowsill and looked out, and after a while, the sound of firecrackers outside the window shook the sky, and the electric light reflected the white light of the window paper. The stove house was steaming, and the son finished watching the firecrackers, and then went to the kang tail to watch his mother make dumplings. The heat slowly dissipated, and my son smelled the dumplings.
The family gathers around the table to eat dumplings. The father ate the money in the first bite, and the eldest lady quickly ate the dates. The son didn't eat a bowl of dumplings, so he went to his father's bowl and grabbed one, but there was none. It was already full, but I still had another bowl. The mother put a bitten dumpling into the son's bowl, and the son returned it to the mother, and finally got the money in the last of the second bowl, and gave the remaining half of the dumplings to the father. Everyone couldn't help but laugh.
After eating, they wanted to pay New Year's greetings to their parents, and the children knelt down with brushes, kowtowed to their parents, and said a big word, Happy New Year. The father gave the children the red envelopes that had been prepared long ago with red paper paste of cutting dumplings and flowers as New Year's money.
Originally, after eating dumplings, I was going out to pick up firecrackers. But my son felt that his stomach was a little stretched, so he was too lazy to move. But in the end, I was dragged by my sister to my uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings to my aunt.
When the children returned, the son saw a large dumpling and candy on the table in the stove room, and lit incense candles, and the candlelight swayed slightly. On the wall behind the offering table is a large blessing character. His eyes were already fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, and he didn't care about keeping the New Year, and he didn't care about watching his mother put the new clothes on the edge of the quilt, so he slept with the clothes.
The son had a dream. He dreamed that he was in new clothes and chasing him through the streets with his friends. He dreamed that his grandfather and grandmother were back to the mountains in a sedan chair like the one on TV. He dreamed that his aunt and uncle rode a bicycle to visit and took out a handful full of sugar cubes from their pockets. He dreamed of going to his grandmother's house with his parents. He dreamed that he and his sister went to the city to see lanterns and stilts during the Lantern Festival. He dreamed that his father had bought him a lot of dripping gold. He dreamed that school had started and his homework had not yet been ......
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