It seems like the New Year has just passed, but it also seems like that "New Year" is already far away.
In the first month, the calendar suddenly stopped there, and sporadic firecrackers would be heard outside the window from time to time. The sound sounded muffled, as if there was reluctance and unwillingness to leave.
Humans are really contradictory animals. If you stay in one place for a long time, you will miss the moon in another place.
Telling the story of being a guest in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season.
Yesterday, my dad called and informed me that it was snowing again in my hometown. He added, your mother has smoked all the bacon and hung it on the beam of the kitchen, waiting for you to come back and taste it. To which I responded that I agreed.
After hanging up the phone, I remembered that I haven't been home for the New Year in three years.
This year's New Year's Eve was spent in a rental house. I was alone, cooking frozen dumplings and watching the Spring Festival Gala. My phone was full of blessings sent in groups.
At a certain moment, I suddenly felt as if I was still a guest, the kind of guest in a foreign land. However, once this guest became a guest, it actually lasted for ten years.
Listening to the burning of firecrackers brings out the childlike innocence, watching the peach charms exchange for old charm
When I was a child, I looked forward to the Chinese New Year because there were new clothes, lucky money, and endless candies.
Now during the Chinese New Year, I look at the red lanterns filling the streets, and what I think in my mind is: I am one year older.
However, when the firecrackers actually made a sound, there was still a "bang" in my heart, as if something was ignited.
That kind of instant happiness is real. Even if it's just for a few seconds.
Cut the candles to dry up the late-night wine, and spread the money to buy sex money
I miss the scene of watching the New Year's Eve when I was a child. The family gathered around the fire pot, ate melon seeds, and listened to my grandfather talk about his experiences of traveling around the world when he was young.
The fire burned my face, and the wind outside the window made the door frame creak.
We were poor at that time, and the new year's money was two yuan, so hard that it could cut our fingers.
Now, I have the ability to give larger red envelopes to my children. However, the person who would give me red envelopes is no longer alive.
All night long, the lights are on and people are everywhere, and a group of people are singing and singing in ecstasy
I scrolled through Moments and saw videos from my hometown.
The lanterns illuminated the whole street as if it were daytime. It was full of people and it was hard to squeeze through.
The stilt walking team came, after the dragon dance team passed. The laughter of children and the cheers of adults were intertwined.
I zoomed in on the video, trying to find a familiar figure in the crowd.
No.
All are unfamiliar smiling faces.
It is this year that the scenery is beautiful and the colors of red and purple bring out spring.
In fact, the weather was particularly good during the Spring Festival this year.
The community downstairs is hung with colorful lights. At night, it looks like stars falling on the trees.
But I always recall the red lantern placed in front of my hometown when I was a child. It was made of paper that swayed at the slightest breeze, and the candle inside it took on a state of being suddenly visible and suddenly dim.
Mother said that it was to light the way for you, because she was afraid that you would come back late and not be able to find the door.
On Lantern Festival, the convenience store downstairs of the company also sells glutinous rice balls.
I asked the boss, why don’t you go home?
He didn't even raise his head: He couldn't go back, it was hard to buy a ticket, and he couldn't leave the store.
I bought a bag of black sesame filling and cooked it at home.
Take a bite, it's sweet. But it always feels almost meaningless.
What's missing?
I need someone who can call you fat while serving you a second bowl.
On Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were like daylight
Last year during the Lantern Festival, I was also alone.
I went to the supermarket that night. It was so crowded that I couldn't even push the shopping cart.
There was a long line at the checkout counter, and everyone had that excitement about the upcoming holiday on their faces.
I looked at the colorful New Year’s goods in their shopping carts and suddenly felt like an outsider.
At that moment I really wanted to find someone to talk to. Whatever you say is fine.
But after flipping through the phone's address book, I finally pressed the lock screen button.
On the willow branches in the moonlight, people meet after dusk
What beautiful words.
But the reality is that you are on the other side of Liushaotou and he is on the other side of the phone.
The moment the video was connected, the family members crowded in front of the screen and asked all kinds of questions:
Have you lost weight? Are you eating well? Are you tired from work?
I nodded and said okay, okay, everything is fine.
After hanging up the video, the room suddenly became eerily quiet.
Qingming seems to be coming soon again.
This year's Qingming Festival is said to be on April 5th, so there is no day off, and it happens to fall on the weekend.
I'm wondering if I should go back.
Go and see grandpa's grave to see if the grass has grown taller.
During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and pedestrians on the road feel desperate
I didn’t know what “broken soul” meant before.
I thought it was just walking on a rainy day, how uncomfortable it could be.
It wasn't until one year during the Qingming Festival that I stood in front of my father's grave and the rain hit my face that I discovered it.
The original soul can really be broken. It is not broken all at once, but broken bit by bit. It was first soaked in the rain and gradually softened, and then slowly dissipated.
Tears are flying on the trail, and people are heartbroken during the Qingming Festival
This sentence is really vulgar. But it’s true.
On the way to sweep the tomb, many people had red eyes.
Everyone pretended as if nothing had happened, holding offerings in their hands and talking about homely things.
But as soon as I turned around, tears started to fall.
Burn incense, burn paper, and bow.
The green smoke floated upwards and dispersed.
Like those who have left, they seem to be still there, but as soon as they reach out, they are gone.
The Dragon Boat Festival is not far away either.
Who said the origin of the Dragon Boat Festival at the end of the festival? It is rumored to be Qu Yuan throughout the ages.
When I was young, I didn’t understand why we had to eat rice dumplings after a poet died.
Later I understood. Some people died, but his soul was still there.
Just like our relatives who have been separated, they are no longer there, but every festival, the place in my heart still belongs to them.
Only on the Dragon Boat Festival, from the south to the north of the Yangtze River, we make rice dumplings together
This year during the Dragon Boat Festival, I want to learn how to make rice dumplings by myself.
I called my mother and asked her how long to soak the rice and how to fold the leaves.
She was even more anxious than me on the other end of the phone: Oh, you have to hold down your left hand and turn your right hand like this...
I said mom, please slow down, I can’t remember.
She suddenly stopped talking. After a long time, he said: How about... I can go over and pack it for you?
My nose felt sore and I said no, no, I can learn it.
The Double Ninth Festival is on October 18th.
Climb high and look into the distance, enjoy chrysanthemums and canals
The mountain behind my hometown is not high, so I climbed it every Double Ninth Festival when I was a kid.
Grandpa was walking fast at that time, and I was chasing after him, shouting while chasing: Grandpa, wait for me!
He turned back and smiled: Little brat, hurry up!
Now I can walk very fast.
But there is no one waiting for me in front of me anymore.
Chinese Valentine's Day is coming again.
On July 7th, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet in the Tianhe River.
The incense tents are clustered in rows, and the golden needles are pierced to worship Chanjuan.
That's someone else's Chinese Valentine's Day.
Someone else's flowers are under the moon, someone else's oath of love.
I turned on my phone and flipped through the dialog box that never rang again.
Want to say something.
In the end, I just said "Are you there?"
Deleted.
In fact, what I fear most during the holidays is not being alone.
It's a person walking in a crowd and listening to other people's laughter.
The old man named Wang in the community wrote another couplet this year:
"The rooster sings a new song for good fortune and longevity, and the monkey sings an elegant rhyme for good health."
So well written. Posted on the door of the unit, big red paper with gold letters.
I can't help but take a look every time I pass by.
What are you looking at?
Probably because of the steaming heat and anticipation for the day.
One year old is eliminated amidst the sound of firecrackers
I missed New Year's Eve this year.
What about next year?
Next year I have decided that no matter how busy I am, I will go home.
Even if it’s only for three days.
Even though the journey is far away, tickets are hard to buy.
Even if I just go back and look at the door with the faded Spring Festival couplets on it.
Because there is someone waiting for me at the door.
There is someone who loves me while scolding me.
There is my place of origin and my return.
On the fifth day of the first lunar month, actors in traditional costumes paraded along the streets in Shangxiahang, Fuzhou, Fujian.
Where Putian Jiangdong Village is located, people stack red orange buildings into tall towers, the tallest of which is a little more than six meters high. They hope that the population will prosper and life will be prosperous.
I got all these messages on my mobile phone.
After finishing brushing, he put the phone on the table and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
I don’t know who’s house is outside the window, but the Spring Festival Gala is being replayed on the TV.
I vaguely heard the sentence: Unforgettable tonight, unforgettable tonight...
yes.
memorable.
But it can only be unforgettable.
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