Oriental Tourism Culture Network 2024 "Words of the Year of the Dragon" Spring Festival Works Selection (5).
Zheng Xiaohua was born in Jinyun, Zhejiang Province in 1963. He has successively served as Vice Dean, Secretary of the Party Committee and Executive Vice President of the School of Arts of Chinese University, Deputy Secretary of the Party Group and Secretary General of the China Book Association. He is currently a professor and doctoral supervisor of the School of Art of Chinese University, the chairman of the Chinese Staff Calligraphers Association, and an expert who enjoys special allowances.
Mother's year.
Pan Hongxin. My mother is 94 years old, deaf and blind, and the New Year will usher in her 95th birthday. Although my mother's body is not very good, she can still take care of herself. Her mother likes to read, and her mother's education level is equivalent to that of a junior high school student now, she spends most of the year reading in bed, and at the age of 94, she is still reading books such as "Twenty-four History" and "Dream of Red Mansions". Most of the women in the old society were illiterate, and the mother could be educated, and it had to start with this little-known story.
Long Ke Xingyu, Feng Bu Si Nong. Zhai Wanyi book.
Zhai Wanyi, consultant of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, director of the Education Committee of the China Calligraphy Association, professor of the Training Center of the China Calligraphy Association, researcher and tutor of the China Seal Carving Art Institute of the Chinese Academy of Arts, director of the Xiling Seal Society, national first-class artist, vice chairman of the Gansu Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and honorary chairman of the Gansu Provincial Calligraphy Association.
My grandfather is a teacher, my mother has five brothers, she is the youngest of six sisters, and her fifth uncle is two years older than her mother. Mother especially likes this little brother, the fifth uncle reviews his homework, she accompanies him on the side, and always follows the fifth uncle inseparably all day long. The fifth uncle's teacher is my grandfather, and my fifth uncle always begs my grandfather to bring his mother when he goes to school every day. Under the influence of the feudal consciousness of "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented", her grandfather did not allow her mother to enter the school to learn culture, and her mother had to listen to her grandfather's lectures outside the school. Day after day, my mother studied very seriously. When it was time for the exam, the fifth uncle repeatedly asked my grandfather to let my mother take the exam too. Although my grandfather scolded the fifth uncle, he was also thinking in his heart, he was so obsessed with learning! Did you really learn a few words? My mother was fortunate to be allowed by my grandfather to enter the school to take the exam, and she was very happy. Her mother said that this was the first time she had entered the school in her life, but what her grandfather didn't expect was that her mother actually took the first place in the class. From then on, my grandfather changed the outdated concept that girls can't go to school, approved his mother to go to school, and personally gave his mother a name for school.
For some reason, since the twenty-third year of the lunar month, my mother stopped reading, so she took the desk calendar on the desk to the head of the bed, put it very close to her pillow, and looked through it from time to time. My mother is very old, and no matter how busy we are all year round, we always have someone at home to keep my mother company. At the end of the year, my eight-year-old grandson was on school leave, so he let the little grandson stay at home with his grandmother, and his mother taught his great-grandson to draw, fold small swallows, and sail boats by the bedside of her bedroom.
In the evening, my grandson said to me, "Grandma doesn't play with me these days, she sits on the sofa in the living room by herself, and she still stands at the door of the living room for a while." The next day, the younger son accompanied his mother, and at noon the younger son also said, "What's wrong with grandma today?" I was in the living room, and my grandmother went back to her room to rest, and I went to her room, and my grandmother went to the living room to sit, and kept going to the door of the living room to stand for a while. I said to my youngest son, "Don't you see? Your grandma has something on her mind these days, let's think about it carefully, your grandma is like this every year, since the new year, your grandma's food has decreased, and the food is not fragrant, this is not your grandma's bad appetite, but in Nanjing your third uncle has not come back, she is afraid that your third uncle will come back and knock on the door in the bedroom She can't hear it, so she has been sitting in the living room, although your third uncle is fifty years old, but in your grandma's heart, your third uncle has always been a child. ”
Shu Jiong's book.
Shu Jiong is a member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, a consultant of the Sichuan Calligraphers Association, the former vice chairman of the Chengdu Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the honorary chairman of the Chengdu Calligraphers Association.
New Year's greetings. Xu Zhi.
The purple air warms the rivers and mountains, and the will of heaven is in full swing.
Worship the first branch of the east wind, and be safe every year.
Xu Zhi graduated from Beijing Normal University with a master's degree in ancient Chinese literature. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association and a student of the 15th Advanced Research Class of Lu Xun Academy of Literature. His works have been published in "Poetry Magazine", "October", "Star Poetry Magazine", "Flying Sky", "Caotang", "Poetry Forest", "*Selected Magazines", "100 Prose Schools", etc. He is currently the editor-in-chief of Chinese Campus Literature.
Painting the dragon and breaking the wall, made by Convik.
Kong Weiwei is a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, a director of the China Association for the Promotion of Peaceful Reunification, a member of the ** Committee of the Revolutionary Committee of the Chinese Kuomintang, the president of the ** Painting Institute of the Revolutionary Committee of the Kuomintang, the vice chairman of the Shandong Provincial Committee of the Revolutionary Committee of the Chinese Kuomintang, the vice president of the World Association of Confucius Descendants, the cultural ambassador of the Confucius ** Association of China, the director of the Chinese Artists Association, the distinguished researcher of the Chinese Academy of Arts of the Ministry of Culture, the honorary director of the Institute of Culture and Art of Peking University, the vice chairman of the Shandong Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the president of the Chinese Painting Society of Shandong Province, the chairman of the Shandong Painting Academy Alliance, the president of the Shandong Painting Academy, and the national first-class artist ( Second-level post), enjoy *** special allowance.
New Year's greetings. Zhang Yanning.
In the first month, when I was a child, I looked forward to going to my grandfather's house to pay New Year's greetings.
My grandfather's house is at the foot of Nanyue Heng Mountain, and when I look up from the house, I can see the Zhurong Hall looming in the clouds. The surrounding mountains and mountains rise and fall one after another, isolating the hustle and bustle of the world, and also preserving the simple ancient style. My grandfather was a well-known country chef in the village, and every time there was a happy event, someone would come to the door, respectfully hand over a cigarette, and implore my grandfather to go to the chef. Grandpa never refused, untied the cloth on his chest, and said "go" with the sound of urns, and the special fragrance of fish and meat would soon waft over the village.
In the New Year, when my grandfather showed his skills, I liked the tofu button meat he made the most. By the wood-fired earthen stove, my grandfather tied a cloth and waved a kitchen knife, like a pianist ready to play a world-famous song. He first carefully selected the pork belly, cut it neatly, put it in a pot, and added cooking wine, ginger and other condiments. When the heat is just right, take out the pork belly and let it dry for a while, and smear a layer of dark soy sauce on the meat skin. Then, my grandfather took a deep breath, put the meat into the pot and fried it, when the skin of the meat was jujube red, he took it out, put it on the cutting board and cut it into large slices, and put the meat skin down into the clay bowl in turn. Next, he made a series of dizzying actions: cut the bean skin into long strips, put them on the meat one by one, put in the tempeh, cooking wine, etc., and then put it into the steamer on the stove, add a handful of pine firewood to the stove door, and the red flames instantly jumped out of the stove. After about half an hour, a refreshing button meat is ready, the meat is rotten and fragrant, salty and delicious, and never greasy. I often don't lift my head, and I eat half a bowl in one go, which causes the whole room to laugh.
However, what attracted me more than the buckle was the lion trickery. The sky was getting darker, and a sonorous sound of gongs and drums came from far and near from outside the house, and the quiet countryside was particularly clear, tickling me like a thousand insects in my heart. I couldn't care about the delicacy of the meat anymore, so I finished the meal in three or two bites and ran to the door to see. A group of people came in the ridges, with a long red lantern in front of them, a shaking lion's head and a gong and drum beating ** in the middle, and a group of adults and children watching the excitement in the back.
The lantern is close to my grandfather's house, and my grandfather lights a string of firecrackers that have been prepared for a long time to welcome the arrival of the lion. The lion paused for a moment, as if saluting, then shook its head and tail, leaped and danced merrily. Two children with monkey faces make various teasing movements beside the lion, one left and one right, and seem to be holding a hydrangea in their hands, dexterous and free. The lion chased after him in every possible way, but always failed, and the house was boiling with laughter.
After the gong and drum sounded, the lion stopped dancing, entered the gate of his grandfather's house, and danced again, until the ancestral tablet was offered, and ** was considered to come. The lion not only danced more happily, but also jumped on a table of eight immortals to perform various difficult movements, like a real beast on the grassland escaped here. I was amazed at how well the two people in the lion quilt worked together, dancing, jumping, standing, climbing, and fluttering, and the movements were skillful and exquisite. The men, women, and children around stared intently, for fear of missing a subtle movement.
Gao Kaiming book.
Gao Kaiming is a member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, the president of the Guangdong Guofeng Painting and Calligraphy Research Institute, the vice president of the Chinese Guofeng Painting and Calligraphy Research Institute, the deputy secretary-general of the Chinese Writers Calligraphy and Painting Institute, the vice chairman of the Guangdong Provincial Calligraphers Association, the deputy secretary-general of the Chinese Prose Literature Association, and the deputy director of the Guangdong Prose Creation Committee.
After the lion dance, the martial arts performance begins. Fists and feet, sticks, knives and guns took turns to play, and the swords and swords flowed in the shadows, whirring, and the room was full of cheers. I was filled with envy, amazement, and an eye-opener. When the person in charge heard that my ancestral home was Xinhua, which is a well-known martial arts town, he asked me to perform with a smile on his face, and a room full of people looked at me. I did learn martial arts at my grandfather's house when I was a child, but I had forgotten it all because I had forgotten it all in a panic. I don't regret not being able to learn martial arts, but I regret not being able to perform in my grandfather's house.
After playing at his grandfather's house, the lion went to other single-family houses in the village one by one to pay New Year's greetings, and even went to the next village several miles away. I was so excited that I went with my cousin, who was about the same age. In addition to firecrackers, there are also red envelopes and a variety of pastries, a kind of pastry that seems to be compressed biscuits is tight and crispy, and has a unique fragrance, which I like the most. On the night of the lion dance's return, those who have been following can get a share of the pastries, which is a kind of reward for their hard work. I'm a guest from afar, and I tend to get more. Many years have passed, and the aftertaste still seems to be in the throat.
At this moment, firecrackers and fireworks began to explode one after another, ushering in a fiery New Year, and the day of New Year's greetings is approaching. Although I am an adult, my heart has already flown to Hengshan and to my grandfather's house.
Childish Mandarin Duck "Wang Pande".
New Year's Eve when I was a child.
Zhao Richao. The purest and most mellow memory is the New Year when I was a child.
The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month is the day when the prince of the stove has worked hard for a year to report to the heavenly court, and it is also a small year. As soon as the new year arrives, the atmosphere of the new year becomes more and more intense. The fourth uncle began to buy New Year's goods, and the sister-in-law dusted and made fried rice candy busily. For children, the Chinese New Year is a word for "play"! Wash the New Year's quilt, kill the New Year's pig, grind tofu, fry the tofu fruit, wrap the steamed bun ......It's a lot of fun. Agricultural proverb: "Small cold and big cold, kill pigs for the New Year". The cold is a slack season, and the cold can kill pests and germs on crops, but it can't stop people's enthusiasm for "busy years". Eating pig wine, filling sausages, marinating bacon, preparing New Year's goods, steaming steamed buns, writing Spring Festival couplets, and making new clothes, everywhere is full of New Year's energy. Even though the snow is falling outside and the cold is pressing, I am always full of joy when I think that the New Year is approaching and my relatives will return.
Entering the wax moon, the busiest women in the countryside, especially housewives, if the new clothes and shoes made in Laba are not finished, even if the lamp oil is boiled up, they have to be driven out overnight. Finally, when it came to the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve, it was the busiest time of the year. Of course, women are the busiest at this time. Every woman in the family was the first to get up that day, because the meals of the Chinese New Year's Eve were extremely rich, and they were all good dishes that were rarely eaten in ordinary times, and they needed to do it.
In some places, some people pay the most attention to the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. "Yipinguo" is the staple food of Chinese New Year's Eve rice, which means a ball of harmony. There is also a doorway for the practice, and a layer of dried bamboo shoots is at the bottom, which means that it is rising; The two-layer braised pork and tofu vermicelli means that the year is getting longer and longer; Three-layer daylily dried tofu shredded stir-fry, meaning harmony and wealth, because daylily is also called harmony vegetables; The four-layer fried rice noodle balls imply reunion and ......The side dishes also have a meaning, like a bowl of red peppers, which are red-hot; A bowl of greens is evergreen all year round; A plate of silver carp, Chinese New Year's Eve can not be eaten, leaving a head and tail, called a fish in successive years, with a head and a tail. It's the same with cooking, each family should cook as much as possible, and you can't eat the bottom of the pot, which is called having more than enough to eat.
The Long Song of the Dragon" by Zhang Dena.
Huang Ya book.
Huang Yaya, writer, poet, screenwriter. Native of Hangzhou, Zhejiang. He used to be a deputy to the 8th National People's Congress, vice chairman of the 6th Chinese Writers Association, a representative of the 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, deputy director of the Film and Television Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, and secretary and chairman of the Party Leadership Group of the Zhejiang Writers Association. He is currently the vice president of the Chinese Film Literature Society and a member of the editorial board of the Poetry Journal of the Chinese Writers Association.
Wu Hongbiao's two poems.
Water tune song head. New Year.
Jinling red makeup, the provincial capital of Wanjia lamp. The rooster cries in the spring, and the purple peak clouds rise in the rainbow. The eyes are full of silver flowers and fire trees, and the drum tower is bright, and the sky and the moon are distinct. The dragon and tiger are mighty, and the sound of snow on the riverbank.
Confucius Temple, Bao'en Temple, Stone Town. Vertical and horizontal images, who is clear with the number of people in the sea of people? Looking at the highway from afar, the vehicles are galloping, returning to the hometown. If you want to enjoy the scenery of Zhongshan Mountain, check in and go on the journey.
Qingpingle Chinese New Year's Eve.
The sky is blue, and the stars are frequently shining. Colorful fireworks fall in your eyes. Ear-shattering firecrackers frighten magpies.
Thousands of mountains and rivers are majestic, and it is difficult to stop the sea of people. The wanderer came to the south and returned to the geese, and the people loved the land and galloped.
Niu Shuai Bing book.
Niu Shuaibing is the editor-in-chief of "Ink Lanting", a member of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, a member of the New Literature and Art Committee, a member of the Chongqing Federation of Literary and Art Circles, a vice chairman of the Chongqing Calligraphers Association, and a representative of the 11th National Literary Congress.
New Year's resolutions. Xie Guoli.
It's the New Year, only a few stores in the commercial street downstairs are open for business, and I entered a dumpling shop that I often go to, and the boss is watching the Spring Festival Gala while making dumplings, cabbage, pork, green onions and other fillings are displayed in front of you, each of which exudes an attractive fragrance. The dumpling wrappers are also exceptionally crystal clear when placed on the cutting board.
The boss chatted with me and said that the best dumpling flour should be winter wheat flour that has been growing for a long time. And up strong, kneaded up smooth, rolled up elastic, wrapped up is also quite handy, and this filling, but also always exquisite, just say this cabbage, is their second aunt in the countryside to grow, the wind and frost of the cabbage and the greenhouse is not a taste at all, the wind and frost of the cabbage is bright, and the oil residue and the like, raw food is fragrant! Ask the boss, your store has been open for two or three years, and the business has been very good, do you have any plans to open another branch in other places? The boss said slowly, from the heart, I didn't think about it, I a foreigner came here to open a store, there are so many people every day, and always praise the delicious, I have always been very grateful in my heart, you have everything here, that is, the rent is expensive, less than 50 square meters, 120,000 yuan a year, I am still discussing with my wife in Chinese New Year's Eve, at the end of the year we strive to buy this façade, in case the money is not enough, borrow some from friends, the façade is their own, the cost is low, then we adjust the price of 13 yuan a bowl of dumplings to 10 yuan a bowl, On the one hand, I hope that the small profits will be more sold, and on the other hand, it is also to give back to you iron fans! Teasing with the boss, is this a big wish in 2024? The boss smiled shyly, try to achieve it as hard as possible, and if it doesn't work, continue in the coming year!
Coming out of the dumpling shop, I met the aunt downstairs, walking majestically as usual, and greeted her, has your son in Nanjing come back for the New Year this year? She happily came back with a family of four! They are civil servants in their Chinese New Year's Eve before they take a holiday. After speaking, she also asked me, you are on vacation these days, my daughter and son-in-law also go to work every day during the Chinese New Year, you see, although the Spring Festival, the roads near our community are clean, I also told them in the morning, the more the New Year's holiday, the more the road must be cleaned and shuang, so that people from other places come to Huai'an to travel, and they feel comfortable! I said, Auntie, your ideological realm is not ordinary! Auntie is still smiling, I'm old, and I don't have much to do, so I hope that my children will be well, do things as they are, year after year, and not be spoken!
Think about every year-end and New Year's holidays, everyone talks about New Year's wishes, and the reason why wishes are beautiful should lie in hope, hope is hope, but also hope, food and clothing, safety, love and respect, self-realization ......What about you, can you share your New Year's resolutions! First blessings: May your new year be better than the old one, and everything can be expected!
Dragon Walking Walking on the Spirit" by Jia Rongzhi.
The Voice of the Dragon" by Dong Hai.
Zhu Shouyou book.
Winter and spring are coming.
Indifferently condensed. Time flies, but the old face is full of memories. The footsteps of the old year are gone, and the bell of the new year rings. Standing at the starting point of the change of years, bathing in the warm winter sun, the dream of winter gradually wakes up, and the sound of spring is sung. Listen attentively, the sound of gongs and drums, the sound of firecrackers, the laughter of thousands of families, the beautiful day of the New Year, through the tunnel of time has come to us.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. ”
Old and new, spring is better to have flowers. ”
We look back on the days we have passed with a lot of emotion, there have been setbacks, there have been ups and downs, there have been beautiful and joyful, and there has been the joy of fruitful harvest. No matter what, the pages will be turned as scheduled when the new year comes; We will still be full of beautiful hopes and use our hard-working hands to create a more brilliant and colorful tomorrow.
New Year is the most traditional, grand and peaceful festival of the Chinese. On this day, people travel from far and wide to the place called "home" to gather with their families to toast and celebrate the New Year. Home carries the hazy memories of our childhood, and imprints the footprints of our growing up from childhood; Home, the family happiness with strong family affection makes the body and mind extremely relaxed; Home, relatives singing and laughing, fragrant dishes, happy ......This year, the family is reunited and the family affection is passed on from generation to generation.
There is such a folk song in China: Children, don't be greedy, after Laba is the New Year. Laba porridge, after a few days, mile la twenty-three. Twenty-three, sugar melons are sticky; Twenty-four, the day of house sweeping; Twenty-five, fried tofu; Twenty-six, stewed white meat; Twenty-seven, slaughter the rooster; Twenty-eighth, put the face hair; Twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns; Thirty children stay up all night; On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I went to pay New Year's greetings
The arrival of Laba means that the prelude to the year has begun. The flavor of the New Year is getting stronger day by day, dismantling the bedding, washing the curtains, steaming jujube flowers, croquettes, sweeping the house, buying New Year's goods, buying New Year's paintings, pasting couplets, hanging lanterns, and every household welcomes the arrival of the New Year in a happy and busy life.
The years are eventful, the times are changing, and people's lives are like honey every day. Nowadays, we no longer worry about food and clothing, we live a rich and spiritually fulfilling life, and our daily life is the same as the New Year. However, the longing and anticipation for the New Year will still be as warm as ever. Because the year is not only the end of a round of spring, summer, autumn and winter, but also a new starting point of a new round of four seasons. We will continue to look forward to a better life and a better year ahead! The days of cold winter are gone, and the days of warm spring are coming. At this moment of embracing winter and spring, let us cheer affectionately: "New Year, New Year!" ”
Far from the inheritance, every year of life; The sound of thousands of bamboos, the family of Wanle family. The year is a candy sweet heart, the year is a colorful fireworks, the year is a happy moment for us to reunite with our parents and families, the year is our nostalgia for family affection, let us pass on the sincere blessings to each other: "I wish you and your family a good luck and happiness every year!" ”
The Venerable Tea Tasting Picture by Li Yuwang.
Jiaolong goes to sea" by Li Encheng.
The Dragon Looks Up" by Liu Yang.
Wu Zhaolin book.
Kong Weiwei (fourth from left) book.
Kong Weiwei, a descendant of the 78th generation of Confucius, a contracted singer of the Chinese Poetry Spring Festival Gala, sang the theme song for the movie "Rural Confucianism", and participated in Hubei Satellite TV's "Dawang Xiaowang" and ** three variety shows.