On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, at the end of the year, there is still a slight smell of the New Year in the air. This smell, like the warm sun in winter, has faded away, but it has left a deep imprint, warming every corner.
In the streets and alleys, lanterns are hung high, as if telling about those unfinished years. The children laughed and waved little red lanterns in their hands, as if to tell the world that they were still immersed in the joy of the New Year. The adults sat around and chatted about their daily routines, with happy smiles on their faces. Yes, the year has not gone far, it just exists in a different way, in these ordinary and warm moments.
Walking into the market, it is bustling. The stall owners shouted and displayed all kinds of New Year's goods. The dazzling candy, colorful lanterns, and auspicious paper-cuts all tell the story of the year. People shuttle through it, choosing their favorite New Year's goods, as if they want to take the taste of the New Year home and cherish it forever.
The familiar flavor of the New Year flows in every dish. The taste of home, the taste of affection, mixes together and becomes the warmest memory. The family sat around a table, tasting sumptuous dishes, and in the laughter, the meaning of the year was perfectly interpreted.
On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, there is still a slight smell of New Year's in the airThis smell is memory, expectation, the warmth of home, and the taste of love. Although the pace of the year does not stop, on this special day, we can still feel the unique and eternal flavor of the year. Let us cherish this taste, cherish this memory, and let the beauty of the year accompany us forever.