The taste of the year in memory.
In everyone's heart, there is always a memory that is deeply imprinted in the bottom of the heart, which may be a good memory, or a painful past. And in my heart, that memory is about the "flavor of the year".
When I was a child, I was always full of anticipation for the Chinese New Year. At that time, I had an endless yearning for the Chinese New Year, because it meant being able to wear new clothes, eat delicious food, and most importantly, set off fireworks. Whenever Chinese New Year's Eve comes, the family sits together, eats a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, watches the Spring Festival Gala on TV, and the sound of firecrackers outside, that feeling, incomparably warm and happy.
And now, as time goes on, the smell of the New Year seems to be getting weaker and weaker. Growing up, I didn't have the anticipation and excitement of the Chinese New Year. Maybe it's the acceleration of the pace of life, maybe it's the change of people's mentality for the New Year, maybe it's the people and things that were once familiar with them are no longer around. For me, the Chinese New Year seems to have become just an ordinary holiday, without that special emotion.
However, even though the smell of the year has faded, I still miss the year in my memory. It was a year full of laughter, excitement and peace. I'm starting to miss the simple joys, the innocent smiles, the carefree days when I was a kid. I began to miss the time I spent with my family and the deep affection I felt.
I know that those memories of the New Year may never be recovered. But I also understand that those memories, those emotions, have always been deeply imprinted in my heart. I will treasure them in my heart as the most precious treasure in my life.
So, even though the smell of the New Year has faded now, I will still cherish every moment of the New Year. Because I know that the taste of the year in those memories, those good memories, will always be the deepest warmth and strength in my heart.