As for the lyrical prose about the Spring Festival, the Spring Festival is a family reunion and fun. Spring Festival is an important traditional festival in China, which is of great significance and a new beginning of the new year. Now I have edited the lyric prose about China New Year. Welcome to read, for reference only.
Lyric Prose of Chinese New Year 1 Since the 23rd of my childhood, I have been planning Chinese New Year bit by bit. But no matter how many new year's goods are handled, the taste of the year is at arm's length, which makes me feel powerless. Until that day, I went home to visit my parents. As soon as I entered the door, I saw the flames in the pot falling from the sky and licking the edge of the pot from time to time. The water vapor on the pot fills the air and spreads everywhere like a naughty urchin. In front of the pot, my father bent down to hold the steamer, and my mother wore an apron and was busy handing the cloth, mixing the pulp and covering the pot. The harmonious, warm and sweet scene instantly turned on the switch of my memory, decorated the scenes of my childhood memories, and the taste of the year increased sharply.
Cleaning-a compulsory course years ago. On the 24th cleaning day, the whole family must go out, and our three brothers and sisters, regardless of their age, should participate as much as possible. The boss is responsible for tying a bamboo pole to the broom to sweep the roof. When the boss finished, the second one was responsible for cleaning the glass, one window at a time and one glass at a time. What a heavy workload!
I remember that I never finished cleaning in the morning and then cleaned in the afternoon. At this time, the boss who just finished his work was not idle. All the tables and furniture in the room should be wiped next to each other. The table furniture should be neat and tidy, and what should be thrown away should be thrown away. Every corner under the table and bed should be spared. The third one was busy changing our rags and was bossed around by us. It is inevitable that there will be quarrels with uneven division of labor, quarrels with different opinions, and struggles to please. But in the end, they all melted into the hot labor scene and disappeared into the busy atmosphere of our three brothers and sisters.
This annual cleaning, from division of labor to process arrangement, is orderly, busy and lively. At the end of the day, the windows were clean and we were exhausted.
Cleaning is followed by cleaning. Usually on the 25th, everything on the bed is cleaned nearby. On this day, the clothesline at home is the most lively. A rope is full of flowers, red and green, and a gust of wind blows and dances like a ball of seven fairies.
Steamed rice cakes are essential for every household. The two big pots made early should be transformed into gorgeous ones in the mother's hands at this time. A dough was rubbed into strips by her mother, printed with patterns, rolled into a ball, kneaded into flowers, and finally pressed with a jujube, which became jujube flowers, jujube flowers and fish of various shapes. While playing, we are responsible for transporting firewood, making a fire and watching the time. When a pot of rice cakes comes out of the pot, not only our little gluttons are happy, but even our mothers are filled with sacred excitement. Most rice cakes are not allowed for us to move and eat casually, which is to wait until the Chinese New Year to pray and sacrifice.
On the fourth day, it was dad's turn to play. Father cooked the oil pan, fried some fried dough sticks and meatballs, killed chickens and fish, and fried some peanuts. It's another busy day.
Then I will be twenty-nine years old. Our main task this day is to put up Spring Festival couplets. Mother cooked us a pot of batter with flour. Let's tear down the old door paintings and door couplets on the door first, and shovel them down with tools if they can't be removed. Then carefully stick it on the door. There are many places to pay attention to when posting. You can't stick it upside down, sideways or upward. The bright red Spring Festival couplets herald a prosperous life in a year.
In this way, busy day after day, the taste of the year is brewing to bursting, and the year is coming.
New Year's Eve and the fifth day of the first month are always solemn, sacred and beautiful. On New Year's Eve, we had a reunion dinner in jiaozi early. My mother hid some things that were not suitable for Chinese New Year, such as brooms, knives and scissors. Then, under the leadership of my mother, our whole family began to burn incense and kowtow, thanking the gods for keeping our family safe and praying for happiness and well-being in the coming year. After all, we sit around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and we must wait until the clock strikes zero. Now we still clearly remember that before the countdown clock struck zero, my father put the "meatball whip" he bought around the yard early, holding a burning incense in one hand and waiting for us to shout "one" to him in the room with the countdown of the Spring Festival Evening.
At this moment, neighbors are still comparing whose firecrackers can ring the New Year bell and who will have the best luck in the coming year. Today, I can't remember the wonderful Spring Festival Gala program at that time. On the contrary, the scenes of this warm family performance are deeply imprinted in my mind. Every time I think about this, I feel a warm current in my heart and feel that life is really good!
No matter how late we sleep on New Year's Eve, we will wake up on New Year's Day 145. I put on my new clothes excitedly, kowtowed to my mother one by one, and celebrated the arrival of the New Year again with noisy firecrackers. When the red artillery uniform covered the first floor of the yard, the sacred ceremony ended. Look at our children covering their ears, I don't know when they have run to the pot, watching bowls of jiaozi just wrapped, picking out what they like. Don't get lost in the minds of these children. What they like is not jiaozi, but jiaozi's hidden mystery-I don't know which bulging belly is hiding their prey quietly.
We three children have their own tricks, too. Look! The one with a good appetite is eagerly looking for one prey after another, and the one with a bad appetite is testing one by one with chopsticks. The cleverest is the boss. She said that jiaozi must have been in the pot for a long time and refused to come out. She only ate the last bowl. Finally, Jiaozi was so happy that she ate all the money. Those who didn't get the money from jiaozi are not annoyed, because there will be lucky money soon.
Jiaozi finished eating, didn't wash the pots and pans, and was busy with the next item-Happy New Year. First, I started from home, and then the' old people' in three or five groups of neighbors all walked again. When I walked, I went my separate ways, and the year was fading.
Today, I can't feel the sacredness, solemnity and excitement of middle age, so I miss the taste of that year in my memory!
Hao is a good sister, a middle school teacher, intellectual and elegant. Take root in the three-foot platform and write the spring and autumn. I am willing to spend my whole life watching the happiness of students.
Outside the window, the dark blue sky is like a big curtain, far away, like a lamp, like a star, like a lamp. In this quiet sky, snowflakes are flying quietly and leisurely. Its quiet and ethereal figure hangs over the city and announces to the earth that a new year is coming.
Outside the window, a room is fragrant. The daffodils are slowly opening, and the pale yellow stamens are leaning against the white petals, which is elegant and moving. I stared at the jiaozi in front of me, imagining that it had been bitten by me. Its smooth appearance was wrapped with delicious and sweet stuffing, and the soup that moistened my mouth slowly reached my stomach along the intestine, warming my whole body.
I drooled and thought, while unconsciously reaching out to catch the jiaozi who was preparing to cook.
"Don't move!" Dad, I hit me hard with this spoon handle. "Yes, not yet." Mother followed them and put round jiaozi in the pot. After a while, jiaozi rolled up and her mother watered it with cold water. After a while, they rolled again and poured cold water into the pot without hesitation. "Mom, jiaozi, if they want to come up, let them come up!" While watching the Spring Festival Gala, I knocked on the table with chopsticks and ate peanuts. "Ha ha ha ..." A burst of laughter broke out in the kitchen.
Finally, my father's voice reached the dining table from the kitchen: "All right, all right ..." My father was carrying a steaming jiaozi, so I jumped on the table and stared at jiaozi, ready to start eating. I wonder whether to show my face or go hungry in the future. Father's voice came again: "Your mother and your brother haven't come yet, wait and eat." ...
"Oh, my God ..." My sigh came from the room again. "Ha ha ha ..." There was laughter in the kitchen.
The New Year's bell is about to ring. ...
Three days of lyrical prose about Chinese New Year slipped away inadvertently, and in a blink of an eye, it was the annual Spring Festival again.
Originally very heavy, full of joy, representing the characteristics of oriental civilization, the festival came on the plain. We don't have the eager expectation as a child, except for accepting it indifferently, everything seems so calm. ...
On New Year's Eve, except for having a family reunion dinner with close relatives, most people live quietly. It may be that people are so rich that they eat and drink like fish and meat during the Spring Festival, so people are tired of the special meals prepared during the Spring Festival, so the Spring Festival is very dull and nothing special.
I remember being short of clothes and food when I was a child. In those poor and hard years, it is difficult to realize the extravagant hope of eating meat once on weekdays, and it is also an illusion to wear a brand-new dress on weekdays. So we are all looking forward to the arrival of the New Year, looking forward to the Spring Festival with wine and meat and the 30 th anniversary reunion dinner, looking forward to the arrival of the New Year's Day when we can get rid of the rags worn by our brothers and sisters and put on new clothes. At that time, although life was miserable, our hearts were full of happiness, affection and warm human feelings.
At that time, people had a family reunion dinner, and adults went door-to-door beating gongs and drums to celebrate the New Year. Wherever they go, they treat them with wine and food. Although people had had enough to eat and drink, the host gave them a warm reception. People are singing flower-drum lanterns and beating gongs and drums. The heartfelt wishes and longings for the new year make people look forward to it and have hope.
Children are playing with lanterns woven by their grandfather or father with bamboo in the village. They chase and play, and compare with each other whose lanterns are better, whose clothes look good, and whose family buys more pork during the New Year. They picked up the unburned firecrackers on the ground, covered their ears and threw them in the cold wind. At that time, children were very happy and happy, although they didn't have enough food and clothes.
With the improvement of life, everything seems to be changing slowly, and the taste of Chinese New Year is gradually fading. ...
Every year, we should worship our ancestors, burn paper money and light candles for them, and place our grief and filial piety on them, so that they can live a happy and prosperous year with money and candles on the 30th.
At that time, people often set out at dusk, and future generations took scented paper candles to burn paper for their ancestors to "send light."
Every New Year's Eve, when the sun rises, firecrackers are sounded to worship the ancestors. Clusters of burning flames and waves of blue smoke floated out of the cemetery between the mountains. When night falls, candlelight tells us that there are dots in the cemetery, which makes people feel a little nostalgic and excited, and unconsciously makes people feel infinite attachment and love for their parents and grandparents.
But what about now?
It seems to be a task for people to burn paper and light incense to worship their ancestors on New Year's Eve. In order to play mahjong and have fun after completing the task, they drove early to burn paper for their ancestors, and sometimes even told them that the paper money had been burned in the morning and the candles had been lit.
I sometimes think that lighting candles for ancestors is to give them a New Year's Eve dinner, but lighting candles in the morning or at noon seems to have lost its meaning.