The day passed quickly with laughter. The night is getting darker, and thousands of lights are beating in the winter night, reflecting the white snow, depicting the most beautiful night in the countryside. New Year's Eve is full of peace and mystery. In people's eyes, it seems like they can see a better tomorrow from here.
Before handing out papers, my father always tied the firecrackers to a big pole in advance, leaned against the corner and waited to be set off. Around ten o'clock, the surrounding villages began to distribute paper. The sound of firecrackers kept going off one after another, and the light of the fire illuminated the sky. At half past eleven, my father called us all out and started working. Some lit firecrackers and some lit a fire, while my mother was cooking in the house. The bonfire was lit and the sound of firecrackers rang through the night sky. The firelight reflected the red smiling faces. We were jumping, shouting and running around the fire. At that moment, we felt that we were the happiest people in the world.
On the night of thirty, we have New Year’s Eve dinner. The whole family sat together, eating, talking and having fun together. The dumplings eaten at this time are all stuffed with meat, and a coin is placed inside. If anyone eats it, it heralds good luck in the year. When I was a child, my brother once gave me a dumpling, and I ate and played with it. Everyone ate it enthusiastically, but the plate was all bottomed out and no coins were eaten. Finally, I found it under my little butt.
There is a saying of "keeping the New Year's Eve up" after the New Year's Eve dinner. It is said that "two years are divided into two years in one night, and two years are divided into five years." It is said that if you can stay up all night, your mind will be clear throughout the year. A few of our friends held lanterns, went out to play, and picked up firecrackers that had fallen on the ground in other people's yards. Some of them could be set off after we came back. Of course, if we get tired of playing, wherever we go, we will be entertained with delicious food and drinks.
Unforgettable New Year’s Eve always passes quickly. At dawn, the cheerful sound of gongs and drums rang out from the village. It turned out that the Yangko festival began to celebrate the New Year. People pay New Year greetings to each other and visit each other, and the whole village is boiling with the New Year atmosphere.
After many years, some past events have been forgotten, but the scenes of celebrating the New Year in my childhood will remain in my heart forever
The flavor of the New Year has faded
I’m afraid This is how many people feel during the Chinese New Year. Not to mention the old people who have traditional memories of celebrating the New Year, even my little cousin who just went to elementary school said with a bored look that there are only two interesting things left in the New Year, setting off firecrackers and giving money as a gift. It seems that the flavor of the new year has really faded away.
Some people say that the biggest theme of the Chinese New Year is reunion, and this is true. During the Spring Festival, the family gathers together to have a reunion dinner, drink a cup of reunion wine, talk about work and troubles in life, and experience the warmth of home and family affection, and a sense of happiness arises spontaneously. But the Spring Festival is the Spring Festival after all. If it were just that, it would be no different from ordinary holidays. During the Chinese New Year, it is best to celebrate the New Year with a sense of style.
New Year is a kind of folk custom and a kind of culture. It is the accumulation of thousands of years of national cultural tradition. Grandpa said that there used to be a whole set of customs during the Chinese New Year. As soon as the twelfth lunar month entered, every family started to get busy. On the eighth day of the lunar month, they would eat Laba porridge. "On the twenty-fourth day of sweeping, the whole family cleans up and lights a lamp at the foot of the bed to ward off ghosts and evil spirits. On New Year's Eve, there are even more things to pay attention to. Posting door gods, New Year pictures, window grilles, worshiping ancestors, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, and offering sacrifices to gods. The New Year is not over until the Lantern Festival and lanterns are celebrated on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
In today’s life, those traditional customs seem to have become distant memories. The only activities that bring a bit of New Year flavor seem to be posting Spring Festival couplets, setting off firecrackers, watching the Spring Festival Gala, the real New Year flavor It seems that you can only see it if you follow a tour group to a remote and closed countryside.
I completely forgot about my parents who have entered middle age.
But this year’s Spring Festival made me suddenly realize that the new year’s money was actually obtained by my parents with their own hard-earned money. They used their true feelings to connect relatives and friends, and at the same time, they also made a contribution to my life. Growth and creation pave the way.
I gave all this year’s New Year’s money to my parents and asked them to help me deposit it in the bank and take care of my daily expenses, completely stopping my bad habit of spending money randomly. At the same time, my parents are diligent and thrifty. The simple life style gradually and subtly began to influence me, leaving a deep imprint on my heart.
Impressions of the Spring Festival
In this snowless and increasingly warm season, the Spring Festival unknowingly buries the ordinary days and rushes towards us. Looking at the newly purchased wall calendar on the wall and counting the days approaching the last Spring Festival of this century, I can’t help but sigh that the years are rushing by and another peaceful and busy year has passed.
As the year draws to a close, the more or less good impressions accumulated during childhood have faded away. It is no longer the age of firecrackers, fireworks and dumplings, and I no longer look forward to being one year older and more knowledgeable. 10%, rather than saying that the Spring Festival is the happiest time, it is a moment when people suddenly realize that they are getting older and have greater responsibilities.
To express general congratulations, say a few auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and write some articles about spring and nostalgia, the elegance has long since disappeared. Like a program host, talking about this year's major events, lamenting the past and present, and thinking about the future is just to win compliments and applause from the audience. I won’t deceive myself or others. Maybe our expectations are too high. The Spring Festival is just an ordinary day among 365 days in a year. We have injected too much cultural connotation and commercial hype into it, so it seems particularly heavy. In fact, we might as well treat it with a normal heart, suppress our expectations and restlessness, and obtain some subtle satisfaction outside of eating, drinking, laughing, and visiting relatives and friends.
In the past, the Spring Festival left me with many beautiful and unforgettable memories. I think today's children will feel the same joyful and grand festival as I did then. However, different ages have different experiences, perhaps due to their own personalities and interests. No matter how various media exaggerate and bombard me, my actual feelings are always unsatisfactory. I feel a lot more helpless and a little more nervous than usual. Tired and heavy. You have to go to your parents, you have to go to your relatives and friends, you have to go to meet your colleagues, but the real content is always about eating and drinking. Clichés such as "Congratulations on getting rich", "Happy New Year" and "Good Luck" feel awkward but I have to repeat them over and over again. Parading the streets for shopping, guessing riddles, lighting up lamps, giving gifts and entertaining guests year after year without end. People are like a top, being whipped around and spinning without knowing where the center of gravity is. In such an overwhelming festival, we still have to force ourselves to be excited as children, watch the night-long party, and listen to the laughter of others, but what we feel is our own sleepy eyes, disappointed mood, and desireless stomach. I would rather eat a simple meal as usual, go to bed at ten o'clock, read a book for a while, or play a round of cards with friends. I always feel that on this day when everyone is happy, I have no interest at all, and I even have a good appetite.
Tradition, culture, history, and customs are originally man-made products. They were formulated by our ancestors. Generation after generation, we continue to copy and reproduce them, and they evolve and play to make them brilliant, and they are also promoted by the Internet. Let it soar and mutate, it ultimately restricts ourselves and goes against the basic nature of human beings - people yearn for freedom and happiness. The Spring Festival can be said to be the clearest mirror, in which everyone can see, so tired Is that the negative face you had when you were a child? Even a hint of joy.
Yes, we continue to grow older and continue to experience the vicissitudes of life. This year's Spring Festival will be copied by next year's Spring Festival. Today's unhappiness may disappear tomorrow. Memory filters out the shadows and sadness in everyone's heart. What is left may be something that can be called beautiful, but what about once? There is no place for us there, it is blurred and fictitious. Even though we know it is false, we still repeat it and write articles to coax pedestrians and children.
I can’t grow old, I’m afraid I only have the innocence of childhood.
What color is the Chinese New Year? Ask your grandparents, they will grin their withered lips and say with a smile: "We will put up couplets and set off firecrackers during the New Year, which is red!" Ask your parents, they will show a long-lost child-like smile and say: " Eating dumplings and glutinous rice balls during the Chinese New Year, we will be pure and healthy, and we will be safe and sound in the coming year. "Ask ourselves, we don't know. Too many colors make it difficult for us to distinguish what color it is. Couplets with gold characters on red paper, colorful clothes, colorful fireworks, all kinds of gifts...the more I think about it, the more confused I become. Dazed, confused.
Indeed, today we have become increasingly unfamiliar with the real taste of the New Year. Especially for those of us who live in the city, we feel that everything is as far away as a mirage. I heard from my father that my grandpa is good at calligraphy, and he writes the couplets every year himself. I also heard from my father that when he was a child, he ate coins in the dumplings made by his grandma, so he believed that he would have good luck in the New Year. I often heard my father say that every New Year’s Day, the children would go to the village to pay New Year greetings door to door. When they returned home near noon, they would have a pocket full of snacks and change... But I couldn’t get close to the family. The joy of cutting paper, grinding ink and writing couplets together, because I have become accustomed to buying a symbolic pair of printed couplets and posting them on the door casually; it is also difficult for me to imagine my father’s excitement when he eats coins, because I have never I know that you can buy dumplings wrapped with coins in the supermarket freezer; I don't even know how satisfying it is to send New Year greetings to others, because the indifference among neighbors is enough to put me off. Alas, I celebrate the Chinese New Year too, but my Chinese New Year is like drinking a glass of boiled water, which is tasteless.
As Chinese culture drifts away, Western culture is respected by many young people. It's still a long time before Christmas, so businesses put up the words "Merry Christmas" and light up Christmas trees. Children wearing red Santa hats hope to receive gifts from Santa Claus on that day. Roses on February 14th are not at the same price as roses on February 13th. They have to go up several times. All kinds of chocolates are also particularly easy to sell. In stark contrast, China's Valentine's Day, the Chinese Valentine's Day, has been left out. Such a comparison is really shocking. We have to admit that Chinese culture is indeed slightly inferior to Western culture.
Celebrating the New Year is a Chinese tradition and a treasure left behind by China’s thousands of years of splendid culture. In addition to the Spring Festival, there are also Lantern Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival and so on. Everyone knows that these festivals are the essence of traditional culture. But how much holiday spirit can they bring us? Yes, maybe it was just an extra topic to chat about on that day. I think any Chinese will tell you with confidence: China is a country with profound cultural heritage. If we ask one more question: What is the cultural heritage? How many Chinese people really understand this!
I have said before that celebrating the New Year is like drinking a glass of boiled water, so the endless stream of Western culture should be colorful cocktails. It is true that bland boiled water cannot bring us freshness and excitement like a cocktail, but what we really need in life is still pure boiled water. Just like Eastern and Western cultures. Western culture can only appropriately adjust our lives, but Eastern culture is the real soul of our lives.
Let’s go home and celebrate the New Year
I tore off the calendar page by page, all the way from early spring to cold winter. When I accidentally flipped through the remaining thin pages of the calendar, I was shocked. I feel like winter is coming to an end and New Year is here. This winter is a snowless winter in the northern city where I live. A snowless winter is dull, lonely, lacking vitality and spirituality. Without the flying snowflakes and the blanket of silver, the city's scene has become increasingly dry and desolate, and the flavor of winter is no longer present. With development and progress, behind the noise and prosperity, everything in the city has become dull and tasteless.
In recent years, it has been closed but I can’t feel the flavor of the New Year. The occasional sound of firecrackers mixed with the noise of cars is just a reminder rather than exaggerating the atmosphere of the New Year. Such reminders make people miss the food that tastes like vegetables and the rice that tastes like rice even more. , a hometown where people are humane and every year has the flavor of the year.
The New Year in my hometown has both "sound" and "color", and has a strong flavor of the New Year. In the streets and alleys of the village, old farmers who have been busy for a year stopped their work and leaned against the wall in piles to bask in the sun. They looked enviously at the returnees carrying large and small bags passing by. The figures from behind are laughing and commenting. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers set off by children in anticipation of the new year can be heard in the sky above the quiet mountain village. The dull sound explodes in the air of Liaokuo, and you can feel the pressure of air vibration and the echo of the valley. Together with the sound of firecrackers, it was the noise and screams of urchins running away. Walking in the alley, the sound of chopping wood and lighting the fire for the kang could be heard from the farmyard, as well as the familiar and friendly cries of vendors walking along the streets. The loudspeakers in the village that have been silent for a year will play a few operas in a timely manner. The poor sound system can only hear the tunes, but the lyrics are unclear. All the sounds are playing the symphony of the New Year at the same time. The women sat around the hot kang, chatting in the east and west, while kneading dough to make jujube-eye dumplings. The strong aroma of fried noodle fish wafts from the windows of every house, and the fragrance of fermented noodles comes from the steam rising from steamed dumplings. The cool air is filled with the smell of gunpowder after setting off firecrackers, and the delicious scent of pine wood carried by the curling smoke, fully exaggerating the flavor of the Farm Year. New Year's Eve is coming, and the bright lanterns, brand-new couplets, and colorful new clothes make the New Year look festive and peaceful. At this time, we are looking forward to a snow, an auspicious snow that will herald a good harvest. After the snow fell all over the sky, the mountain village was shrouded in a world of pure white. The white snow gave the entire mountain village a pure and unified tone, making it harmonious and peaceful. The smiling faces of men and women swaying in the ice and snow, blooming with joy and excitement, become more vivid and beautiful against the white background. The colors of the New Year paintings in my hometown are just like the New Year paintings on the wall, with light background and bright colors, simple, rough, bright and strong contrast, exuding a strong rural atmosphere.
When the New Year's bell rang and firecrackers went off, the whole mountain village was boiling. The deafening sound of firecrackers resounded through the valley, and fireworks bloomed over the mountain village, reflecting the jubilant farmyards and children. A bright, flowery smile. The streets and alleys of the village are filled with adults and children visiting each other for the New Year. Every house is brightly lit, welcoming people and seeing them off. Everyone's face is filled with an almost exaggerated smile, exchanging New Year's greetings and blessings. The candies harvested by the children filled their pockets, and they held the New Year's money tightly in their hands, happily planning how to "squander" it to their heart's content. People were immersed in an unparalleled atmosphere of joy, and The flavor of the New Year is stuck in my heart, too strong to be dissolved.
The year is a footnote and a comma in the long days. With the year, the days are divided into paragraphs, no longer boundless and without a clue. The New Year allows us to look back and look forward, feeling that our hopes have a starting point and our worries have an end; the New Year is another "rest" and we don't have to work hard in a "stand at attention" attitude. During the New Year, people let go of their usual grievances and tensions and let their bodies and minds relax completely. No matter whether the past year was a gain or a loss, after relaxing, everything can start again.
Just thinking about the New Year in this way, thinking about the "sound", "color" and "taste" of the New Year in my hometown, everything in the past is as clear as a wash, and the scenes are vividly in my mind, and my childhood longing for it is clear. My heart has been gripped by the New Year, so pack your bags, go, and go home to celebrate the New Year!
New Year
Entering the twelfth lunar month, the weather suddenly became cold. However, the New Year atmosphere on the streets has already become intense, and stores’ colorful advertisements for discounts and promotions are displayed one after another, vying for color and dazzle. There are obviously more people in the shops on the streets, and most of the topics people usually talk about are related to the Chinese New Year. The New Year has always been one of the most important festivals for Chinese people, and everyone is filled with reunion, joy and happiness. hapiness.
= The twelfth lunar month becomes unusually beautiful and charming because of the new year. It also has new expectations and longings, and people are full of hope from the bottom of their hearts. Everything happened quietly, unconsciously, naturally, and came early. The joy of the New Year is in the eager anticipation of the children, in the busy figures in the countryside, and in the joy of the elderly with smiling faces. With ideals in mind and hopes for better days, we approach the Spring Festival and the quiet and peaceful New Year! So, with a sunny face and deep blessings, the simple farmers brewed vats of rice wine together with the joy of the coming year. In the big pots in the kitchen of every household, baskets of rice cakes are steaming on this sweet day. The hot aroma came out, came out, and filled the whole world with the refreshing aroma of rice cakes. These strong fragrances are like the farmers' ambitions and heroic words for life, filling every corner of the mountainous countryside. The joy of the New Year is in the music-like rustling sounds made by women as they roll up their sleeves, spread their legs, and stand by the river washing tables and chairs; the joy of the New Year is contained in Stove Lord’s glutinous candies, which are sweet in every household of all days. With the laughter and laughter of the New Year pigs, the joy of the New Year spreads through mountain peaks one after another, through mountain villages one after another, and passes through one happy heart after another. Nian hides his joy in the greasy and fragrant bacon hanging from the green tile-roofed chimney, and in the delicious dishes of fried winter bamboo shoots with lean meat and stewed pig's feet with mushrooms. Couplets one after another express the hopes of ordinary people, the prosperous blessings, and the prosperity and happiness of warehouses full of grain, vats full of rice, flocks of chickens and ducks, and fragrant fruit trees. The joy of the New Year ripples in the pots of lukewarm red wine; the joy of the New Year is reflected in the gorgeous fireworks rising into the sky, splendidly embellishing the ordinary and simple people's lives. The joy of the New Year is carried away by the overwhelming generosity of the villagers drinking from big bowls and eating large pieces of meat. It is warm in the brand-new clothes of the children, walking through the streets amid the rags of firecrackers on the ground, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Welcome a new round of golden sun. In short, in the traditional festivals of the Chinese nation, the joy of the New Year is interpreted in a colorful way.