The end of the year is approaching, and the smell of the New Year should be stronger on this day, but not this year.
Maybe the closer you get to the city, the less New Year's flavor you have, right? When I was a child in the countryside, at this time, the sound of firecrackers had long been heard one after another, and there were some scattered sounds of children's broken cannons.
In front of every house, sausages, bacon, salted duck, hanging, Chinese red couplets, lanterns, blessing characters, pasted. With happy smiles on everyone's faces, children ran around adults with toys and rock sugar gourds, shouting: "New Year, New Year".
But now I can't see it, maybe in this city, in the reinforced concrete jungle, there are single families, neighbors don't talk much, and relatives don't move around too much because they are busy and the places where they live are far away. So usually, there is only a little more communication between husband and wife, between parents, and between children, and there are fewer and fewer other weak ties. The movement of this ushering in is also scarce, and it is a little less lively.
When I was a child, I remember that every weekend I would go to a few relatives' houses with my parents to visit the door, and I had to string many homes at a time, set up a square table in front of the courtyard, a few benches, eat melon seeds, drink tea, and children and the chickens, ducks, cats and dogs at home were amused, and I had a look in the vegetable field.
The day was extraordinarily happy, and when I arrived at the end of the year, I walked around more, plus fireworks, firecrackers, and deeply felt the taste of the year.
Mother chattered a few days ago, "I eat chicken, duck and fish every day, what do you eat for the New Year?" "Yes, this day is the same as the past New Year, the table is rich in dishes, and you can buy everything you want, and this year, there is no difference from usual.
The only difference may be that classmates and relatives from other places have gone home, and their units are on holiday, (note, only the New Year's holiday is a real holiday, and there will be no ** harassment, and other holidays are not). Get together, talk, people you haven't seen in years see again, that's all.
The only estimate with a sense of ritual is to paste Spring Festival couplets, engage in cleaning, put on festive clothes, and send New Year's greeting messages. The group grabbed the New Year's red envelope, right?
In the morning, I took the little guy and rode a battery car to go around the main city, echoing the New Year, a little more red, with a few people, carrying large bags and small bags to purchase New Year's goods, and the number of people in the vegetable market gradually increased. The price of vegetables has risen, there are more categories, there are more buyers, and there are more people who sell.
This small city, for the upcoming Year of the Dragon, seems to be very indifferent, reminds me of a blogger a few days ago who said: "This city, a few ups and downs, once brilliant, and declining, so see through life, indifferently, care what provincial capital he is, what the Yangtze River Five Tigers, I live my own life, happy every day, some eat, some drink, neighbors are happy." There is a taste of happiness, enough is enough! Peace and auspiciousness for the New Year