Last night I dreamed about New Year's Eve when I was a child.
The coal stove made the house warm, and grandpa used the dim lamp to start cutting peach charms with red paper. I was grinding ink beside me, and fell asleep while grinding, and then I was awakened by the sound of firecrackers. At that time, I didn't understand what "children are forced not to sleep, but stay together all night and have fun". I was just thinking about the New Year's money placed under the pillow.
What I am most afraid of understanding is "Hometown's Heartfelt New Year's Eve"
Man, that's weird.
When I was a child, I recited "The heart of my hometown is full of joy in the new year, and the sky is alone with tears." I just felt that it was difficult to speak, and I also thought that Liu Changqing was very pretentious. After all, it was the New Year, so why should I cry.
Later, he also became the person in "Tianpan".
Not in Lingnan, but in a subway rental house, in a cubicle, in front of the New Year's Eve dinner with only takeout boxes. The lively scene shown in the family video is playing on the mobile phone, but outside the screen, there is a dead atmosphere in the rental house. It was at this moment that I realized how heavy the poem was, making it difficult to breathe.
The Spring Festival couplets are so red that they are eye-catching, and the sound of firecrackers is heart-wrenching
This year, Spring Festival couplets printed with gold and ironed on velvet are being sold all over the streets.
Beautiful, really beautiful. However, I always feel like something is missing. It lacks the smell of ink, lacks the stickiness of paste, and lacks the seriousness with which grandpa holds the chopsticks to compare cutting paper.
"The north wind blows snow at the beginning of the fourth watch, and Jiarui Tianjiao and the New Year's Eve".
Lu You was so lucky. In his year, there was snow, wine, and peach charms to write.
The blessings copied and pasted from the mobile phone group are here with me, and there are still strings of them. After reading them, I don’t even want to click on the red envelopes.
The rules of drinking Tusu hide the tenderness of the Chinese people
After flipping through the book, I found out that the ancients started drinking Tusu wine from the youngest children.
"Half of the lamp has not yet been lifted up to slaughter Su, and peach charms are written on the grass in front of the lamp."
First, the child is allowed to drink, because the child is one year older, which is worthy of celebration; then the old man is allowed to drink at the last moment, because the old man is one year younger and must be able to withstand the corresponding situation.
Today, such tenderness no longer exists. On the wine table, there was all the courtesy of pushing glasses and changing glasses. Who drank first and who drank last all had to be judged based on their identity and expression.
In fact, the ancients were not that cool either
Look at Gao Shi, "I miss my hometown tonight, and I will miss another year tomorrow with frost on my temples."
He was in the hotel, facing the cold light, homesick and couldn't sleep. Same as I did last year.
Look at Dai Shulun, "A year is about to end, and no one has returned from thousands of miles away."
After wandering for a whole year, I am still on the road on New Year’s Eve. Same as me this year.
Therefore, these poems cannot be regarded as a collection of beautiful verses. To be precise, it is clearly an electrocardiogram that has been possessed by wanderers for thousands of years.
The only thing that remains unchanged is that hope
Although complaining, although hypocritical.
It’s just that at night when I’m thirty, I’ll still make dumplings, I’ll still clean up the house, and I’ll still stare out the window waiting for midnight to arrive.
"Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year."
No matter how long the night is, the sun will still emerge from the remaining night.
This is the confidence given by Wangwan.
Watching the New Year's Eve tonight is not a ritual.
I saw a short video. On New Year's Eve, after delivering the last order, he looked at his mobile phone and wished his family New Year's greetings under the street lights. He said, Mom, I will definitely go back next year.
There were tearful comments underneath.
I suddenly remembered Su Shi's "There will be no time next year, and I may be wasting my worries."
Indeed, there will naturally still be years in the coming year. However, this year's difficulty must be overcome in the past. The feeling of loneliness we are facing at this moment must eventually be swallowed by itself.
Watching the New Year's Eve is not about that time.
What I keep is the stubbornness of "even if I am alone, I have to stay up through the night and wait for spring to come."
The sound of firecrackers outside the window became more intense again.
I closed the document and went to the kitchen to make a bowl of frozen dumplings.
No matter what "everything welcomes the spring and sends the remaining wax", no matter what "always replace the old talisman with the new peach".
Eat it to celebrate the New Year.
Spring is coming.
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