In the cold winter, the hometown is shriveled to the extreme, like a crumpled black and white painting being pulled apart on the bank of the Longchuan River. The children in the classroom stared at the colored crayon tips in the stationery box, but they couldn't add a single touch of color to the scrolls. Originally, the old plum tree in the corner of the wall is the last stubbornness in winter, and I have found its flower bones a few times ready to move, but it seems to have something to look forward to and converge back, presumably it is also the same as me, looking forward to the arrival of the new year soon!
Counting the days with my fingers day by day, I finally got the holiday. On the day of the holiday, the children were afraid that the school would regret it, so they rushed out of the classroom and crossed the school gate, one by one, like a little chicken and calf escaping from the pen, shaking their heads and tails, and letting go.
On a cold holiday morning, it is extremely happy to be able to hide in the warm quilt and sleep freely. However, my mother was always busy all year round, and even after we had a long vacation, she still refused to rest for half a day as usual.
As soon as it was dawn, my mother got up as usual and started to get busy. At the clatter of the tin buckets, my younger siblings and I woke up one after another. After my mother had filled the water tank, she began to chop wood for cooking, and the smoke from the half-dried firewood came out of the fence of the stove, through the cracks in the wooden planks of the hall, and finally into our bed, and the smoke smoked my brother and sister and I like three restless little sparrows, chirping incessantly.
In our daily play, adults also began to prepare other New Year's goods in full swing, and the flavor of the New Year became stronger and stronger.
In those days when New Year's goods were purchased, supply and marketing cooperatives and consignment shops became unprecedentedly lively, and the small streets that were deserted on weekdays also became bustling. Lanterns, wall calendars, door gods, and couplets are all essential. After a while, the back basket was filled with oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea and colorful candy, as if there was no salt and monosodium glutamate at home on weekdays, no tea drinking, and no candy; It seems that when the Chinese New Year arrives, the adults become as rich as the 10,000 households in the village.
The children followed closely behind their parents, staring at the change they had recovered. Adults have also become generous, no longer worrying about a dime or two, as if only during the Chinese New Year did the children seem to be their own. As soon as they got the money, the children disappeared like the children of the earth. Boys like my brother and I are bound to show up at firecracker stalls and toy knife and gun stalls, and girls like my sister will probably have changed their change into red, green, and green flowers, shiny mirrors, and perhaps beautiful handkerchiefs and colorful rubber bands when they return. I don't know, because I'm not a girl, I just know that the smell of the New Year spreads everywhere with the bustling crowd.
I almost forgot that my mother promised to buy me a pair of white rubber shoes during the Chinese New Year, which can be painted white with chalk and wrapped in toilet paper after washing, and I plan to use it to match the new suit, which is the only seamstress in my hometown who has gone to the county to learn sewing skills before the holiday. Although the clothes are a little wide to wear, a little windbreaker feeling, but I don't care at all, because everyone says it fits, I feel it fits, and I think it's handsome when I say it's handsome, anyway, when I was a child, I wore new clothes to listen to others say they looked good.
I pestered my mother that white rubber shoes with new turquoise clothes looked the best, but my mother finally agreed to take me to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy shoes. My brother must not be able to get rid of his heels, but the shoes that fit my brother's foot size have been sold out, and after trying on shoes of the same size as me a few times, my brother firmly believes that he can wear them properly, and refuses to take them off, and his mother can't resist him and compromises. My brother wore the new shoes for a day or two at first, but his feet dangled in them like rowing boats, and he couldn't catch up with his friends when he played, and after tripping a few times, he threw his shoes far away, which made me pick up a pair of shoes for nothing. Of course, this is all after the New Year.
When I bought new shoes and came home, I fulfilled the promise I made to my mother - to take a bath obediently. My mother boiled two iron pots full of water, and surrounded three large basins with straw mats in the corner where the sun was shining under the corridor guests. After some yelling and scrubbing, the whole person felt a lot more relaxed, and the younger brother said that he was afraid that he was ten pounds lighter. I glanced at the bath water, and felt that the last time I took a bath was the time when I was playing in the ditch in the summer and was chased by my mother with a thin stick, and at the latest it was the time when the autumn tigers were raging and the heat was unbearable. While we were in the shower, my mother washed all the covers on the bed, and dried the whole yard to the ground, so that my brother and sister chased each other, shuttling and giggling. All of a sudden, the smell of soap, the smell of the sun, the smell of home, and the smell of the year in the yard were intertwined, so strong that people couldn't tell each other. In this way, in the refreshing and refreshing, colorful and green, the taste of the New Year is more and more vivid.
Two nights before the Chinese New Year's Eve, an old woman who married from another village came to the house to talk to her mother, and made an appointment for the two families to eat together the next day. In those years, the life of the old family was always inseparable. Even when the fathers first separated, the family conditions were extremely embarrassing, and the houses were very compact, but there was still a mill in the corner of the west wing, and a bamboo fence was used to keep the chickens, ducks and geese out, and then erected a mill. Usually, it is mainly used to lick yam eggs and artichoke gnocchi that are used as pig food, but in the past year, the sound of scooping up baba in the village will sound one after another. In my family's stove, my mother was no exception, she burned the big wooden steamer in two iron pots until it was steaming, the water was steaming, and the glutinous rice was fragrant. In a short time, the sound of the mill broke the silence of the village, first one after another, and then one after another, and the sound of the mill resounded over the hometown like a relay race. From sunrise to moonset, in the sound of "ticking dong" one after another, the old people began to prepare for the New Year.
The taste of the world is joy and reunion. Looking forward to and thinking, on the eve of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, my father, who was a public security officer in another country, performed his duty to protect the safety of the party, rode a bicycle on many mountain roads, and finally rushed home to protect us. After eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, setting off the firecrackers that my father brought us, and filling our mouths with some candy that my father brought home, my younger siblings and I snuggled up to my father, sat on a wide wooden bench above the fire, and vowed to celebrate the New Year together. However, at some point, we fell asleep in a sweet dream. In the quiet midnight, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks burst into flames. At this moment, the warmth and happiness of home surround us tightly. (Zhao Chaorui).