Danshui Qingyun's poems have a taste of the year _450 words

As soon as we entered the twelfth lunar month

People's footsteps

busy

Never stopped.

I smell the flavor of the year from it.

That sweet smell.

In the cold winter.

Distributed in every corner of urban and rural areas

Push open the door.

The smell of the year comes to the nose

Sniff gently

Take a closer look

listen attentively to

The flavor of the year seems to penetrate into the skin.

As the Spring Festival approaches.

Streets and alleys

Decorate with lanterns and ribbons

red lantern

Hang high

Jinji exquisite ornaments

Full of festive Spring Festival couplets

forest of high-rises

Dazzling neon lights

It seems to be very crowded in recent years.

There is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

Look at these.

lead to

I'm interested in fresh water in my hometown.

Affectionate memories

everywhere

How do pigs get up when they are high pitched?

Steamed pork in plaid is still steaming.

Close relatives are adjacent

Sit around together

Zajiu

Hairy meat

I don't feel fat at all.

Parents are chattering away.

In the days to come.

Families, young and old

Work together and have the same goal.

dust

grinding bean curd

Make rice cakes

Glutinous rice fell into the nest.

(wooden) wedge

Up and down.

The voice of "squeaking and twisting" sounded.

Smoke spiraled up from the kitchen chimney.

The thick fragrance drifted away.

Shopping center supermarket

crowd

New year's goods pile up like a mountain

Countless beautiful objects

Chose here.

Choose there again

The taste of the year is silent.

People are all smiles.

harvest a lot

be filled with joy

be filled/suffused/brimming with

More is looking forward to it.

The taste of the year is strong.

The festival is coming.

I can't wait to put my wings on.

Looking forward to meeting friends and family.