Speaking of writing Spring Festival couplets, I certainly dare not say that I can ride on my father's neck like Kobayashi Zexu, and respond to the examiner's couplet with "Father wants his son to become a dragon": "Son takes his father as a horse", but I did watch Spring Festival couplets on his neck and was influenced by his father to write Spring Festival couplets.
My father is not well educated, but he can read newspapers, do abacus calculations and write calligraphy. Every thirty years, my father sets up a square table in the yard, studies an inkstone and writes Spring Festival couplets to his neighbors. Maybe it's because my father is popular, or maybe no one in the village can afford a writing brush anymore. Anyway, on New Year's Eve, my father stood at the square table and wrote Spring Festival couplets. For the villagers, no matter how they live, they always have to write a pair of couplets and stick them on the door to get through the New Year. And my father thinks: "It's cheap for people to take paper and let us practice calligraphy!" "So, every 30 years, I stood on my father's left hand and watched him" practice calligraphy ".
On New Year's Day, everyone in the village posted red Spring Festival couplets. My father was no longer busy, so he put his arm around my neck and watched his Spring Festival couplets door to door, listening to the words of gratitude from the villagers. Occasionally, he found that someone posted the couplet upside down, and his father smiled and asked others to post it again.
When I grow up, I stand and practice calligraphy like my father. After graduating from high school, my father and I stood side by side in front of the square table and wrote Spring Festival couplets to the villagers. After graduating from college, I became a teacher. Although the school is far from home, I will go home to write Spring Festival couplets on New Year's Eve anyway. Because my father was born on New Year's Eve, his nickname is "Man". Every New Year's Eve, my yard is covered with red Spring Festival couplets, and villagers come to my house in an endless stream. Looking at the red Spring Festival couplets all over the yard, it is an auspicious word: "Eyes full of red", and people with a little culture say "eyes full of spring". Listening to this veritable auspicious word, my father smiled happily. In his mind, the villagers' thoughtless auspicious words indicate a prosperous year, which is far more valuable than birthday cakes. What's more, on my father's birthday, the whole village came to my house to laugh and laugh. What a rare popularity! My father loved this bustling scene all his life, and liked the popularity of the villagers talking and laughing and crowded the yard. If nothing else, I will go home on time to write Spring Festival couplets, just for the joy, pride or complacency on my father's face on New Year's Eve.
Since I became a teacher, my father has "retired to the second line" and asked me to write Spring Festival couplets for everyone. I bought my own paper when I wrote Spring Festival couplets, and the content was compiled by my familiar neighbors on the spot. I wrote to the village head: "Work hard for the villagers and get rich with the village head wholeheartedly." The neighbor married a daughter-in-law at the end of the year and gave birth to a daughter at the end of the year. I wrote to him: "Double happiness, glorious daughter." In the father's view, it is a symbol of wealth to send Spring Festival couplets all over the village, and people who receive wages should have such boldness of vision. Watching me write Spring Festival couplets for villagers at the scene, my father's pride is not only reflected in his face, but also in his actions. He stood in front of my written Spring Festival couplets and commented on "good mood" and "antithesis", and even talked about "flat and elegant" that he didn't even understand. In fact, my scribbled Spring Festival couplets are nothing dull, just jingles, but I laughed at my father's comments and didn't say anything, so let him indulge in red in the yard alone.
At the busiest time of the quadrangle, the three of us wrote Spring Festival couplets to the villagers. My wife is a teacher like me, and her handwriting is not very good, but she can cope. Although my daughter can't write in Chinese calligraphy, she has learned a few strokes from Mr. Wang Yannian, president of China Calligraphy Research Institute. On the thirtieth of that year, our family of three arranged in the yard. My wife and I write Spring Festival couplets for the villagers, and my daughter writes small banners for grandparents and sticks them on the hot kang. My daughter's handwriting should not be posted on the wall, but the villagers appreciate her youth, beauty, intelligence and frankness, so her banner is very popular with everyone. On that day, the red Spring Festival couplets placed in the yard matched with a long string of red peppers under the eaves; The spring scenery on my daughter's face contrasts with the walnut pattern on my grandfather's face. At that time, it was really spring and popular.
Unfortunately, I haven't been home for several years to write Spring Festival couplets. After my daughter's unfortunate death, I said goodbye sadly and settled in southern Xinjiang, leaving my father and brother alone in the sunset, accompanied by distant relatives and neighbors, waiting for the arrival of spring. Last night, I dreamed of a red courtyard in the past. Unfortunately, everything in the past has become a dream. However, when I woke up from my dream, I deeply believed that with my father's popularity and the hard work of my younger brother's family, quadrangles were still thriving in the days when my wife and I left.