When I was a child, the countryside of my hometown was always very lively during the Chinese New Year. The annual big gathering (also known as the New Year's fair in our local dialect) is not only an exchange of materials, but also a gathering of emotions. In this cold winter day, people's faces are filled with warm smiles, because there is a strong New Year's flavor and a taste of home on the big set. 
I remember that it was a morning in the wax moon, and the old people in the family were already busy before the sky was clear. I was lured by the smell of fried oil and crawled out of the warm bed, and in front of me was my mother skillfully operating the oil pan, and the golden fritters jumped happily like small fish. The father washed the slaughtered chickens and ducks and prepared to sell them at the market. This is a scene of preparation, but also a scene of farewell, farewell to a year of hard work, and welcome the arrival of the new year.
Through the morning mist, our family of three set out on the way to the market. There was a steady stream of people on the road, some pushing carts, some riding tricycles, and others carrying baskets on their backs like us. Everyone's goal is the same, which is the big market that is about to open. 
Walking into the bazaar, the first thing that catches your eye is the red couplets and lanterns, which flutter in the cold wind, as if to announce good news to everyone who passes. Children weave through the crowd with a craving for candy and toys in their eyes. Adults, on the other hand, pay more attention to New Year's goods, choosing meat, vegetables, new clothes and all kinds of New Year's goods.
I followed in my parents' footsteps and embarked on an adventure about taste. The food stalls in the bazaar are the most attractive spots, with sugar gourds, fried twist flowers, tofu brains, mutton soup, and more, each with a unique taste of hometown. I especially like the sugar gourds, they are not just food, they are more like works of art, each hawthorn is wrapped in a crystal clear icing, strung together like a string of rubies. 
Walking past the food stalls, there are rows of shops selling New Year's goods. There are people who sell firecrackers, incense and candles, and all kinds of decorations. I am most interested in the handicrafts, most of which are made by the craftsmen of the village, and each one contains the work of the craftsmen. I love things like that because they're not just commodities, they're symbols of heritage and culture.
Time passed imperceptibly, and the sun gradually climbed to the highest point in the sky. The crowds in the bazaar are still surging, but I'm already full. The basket was filled with my parents' carefully selected New Year's goods, as well as some of my own knick-knacks. Our family weaved through the crowd, ready to go home. 
On the way home, I thought about the various experiences of the past year and the upcoming New Year, and my heart was full of anticipation and hope. I know that no matter how the outside world changes, the flavor of my hometown and the nostalgia will never change. They are the warmest part of my heart and my eternal dependence.
The day of the big gathering is part of the Chinese New Year in the countryside of Henan, and it is also the best chapter in my childhood memory. Whenever the New Year comes, I always think of the bustling market, those familiar faces, and the flavor of the New Year that only belongs to my hometown. Now, I have been away from my hometown for many years, but whenever I celebrate the Chinese New Year, I still can't help but think of that lively big market, and the countryside full of laughter. It is an emotional sustenance, a cultural inheritance, and a nostalgia that is difficult to give up. The taste of the New Year's fair, the memory of nostalgia, they are like a piece of food, which makes people have endless memories and make people fascinated. In this fast-paced era, we need such memories, such warmth, and such roots, so that we can not forget our original intention and continue to move forward.