New Year's flavor and nostalgia
Author: Huang Shao).
At the beginning of the dragon, the earth rejuvenated, and a strong complex surged in my heart, and I began to look for the flavor of the year.
The Spring Festival is coming, and the strong flavor of the New Year is a childhood memory.
The flavor of the New Year, like the key of magic, opens the door to emotion with a gentle turn.
Red lanterns hang high, illuminating the way home, and the sound of firecrackers awakens sleeping dreams.
The wanderer returned, full of nostalgia, drowning in the excitement and laughter of the Spring Festival.
The reincarnation of the Spring Festival, the anticipation of the years, the taste of the year is light, where is the homesickness?
Hundreds of birds return to the nest, wind and rain, the weight of life, carrying the baptism of the years.
The village and the city are separated by a line, and the hometown cannot accommodate the body, and the other country cannot accommodate the soul.
Where is the destination of nostalgia?
The taste of the New Year is the taste of traditional food, the aroma wafting out of the kitchen, the dumplings tumbling in the hands of the mother, the steaming chicken soup stewed by the father, the family sits around to eat the sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, watching the wonderful Spring Festival Gala, chatting about the short laughter in the parents, that is the warmest taste of the year, the sweetest time.
It is also the most touching chapter of the New Year, and it is the warmth and happiness of reunion.
Life is as high as mountains and rivers, and the local flavor and hometown sound may echo in the corners of the city.
A faint nostalgia permeates the air, after the vicissitudes of life, where is the soul placed?
In the days of leaving home, homesickness is like a spring, and years and life are intertwined into an eternal melody.
Walking through the bustling streets in search of the flavor of the New Year, seeing the children wearing new clothes and happy with candy toys is their joy.
And the taste of my year is hidden in the bottom of my heart, which is the longing for home and the attachment to my relatives.
Cities and villages, in the sound of firecrackers welcome the new and say goodbye to the old, cooking smoke curling, pinning on the vision of the future.
The taste of the year, in the long river of years, it is like a jar of old wine, the older it is, the more fragrant it is.
The years have made me understand that the taste of the year is a kind of emotional sustenance, a cultural inheritance, and a mark of the times, which carries our memories of the past and expectations for the future.
The look back at the entrance of the village is the gaze of family affection, anticipation, and strong emotion.
The taste of the year and nostalgia, longing and reunion, are all immersed in the wine jar of the old house, and the mellow fragrance is overflowing.
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