The New Year has not yet arrived, and the streets are already red.
That kind of red is the densely packed lanterns hung in strings, the couplets spread out on the ground, and the golden "福" characters. I stood on the side of the road and watched for a while. The stall owner selling blessing characters was introducing to customers that this one is called "Dafu", that one is called "family portrait", and there is also "Hongfu" hanging on the side... A pile of blessings, piled full, seems to be overflowing.
Looking forward to it fades away
Looking forward and looking forward to it, the Spring Festival is coming soon. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.
But why is this smile so hard? Like someone who hasn't smiled for a long time, the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched.
It wasn't like this when I was little. The so-called "looking forward" at that time was counting them one by one on the fingers, sneaking around in the middle of the night to look at the brand new clothes under the pillow, and swallowing the saliva as soon as I smelled the aroma of fried food wafting from the kitchen. So what now, I will dress myself up like a girl who is about to get married, with thick and light makeup, but I always feel that I don’t know this girl anymore.
What is true blessing?
### What do you know about knowing blessings?
Just a few days ago, I saw this sentence, which is: "The fish leaps over the dragon gate, bringing blessings in the new year." Then there is: "Big blessings and small blessings for the whole family. Blessings and blessings everywhere", and then there is also: "Knowing blessings brings blessings, clear blessings and great blessings add happiness.".
It's really well said. But what exactly is called “knowing happiness”? Is it the mind that perceives the existence of blessing in itself? If this is the case, why do we become less aware of it as we grow older and have more and more qualifications?
In the past, when we were in poverty, eating a piece of candy during the Chinese New Year would fill the whole day with a sense of sweetness. Facing the dishes on the table, I didn’t even know where to put my chopsticks. Blessing seems to be a bully - the more you chase it, the further away it will go; if you ignore it, it will come closer to you.
### What kind of blessing is Qingfu?
Searching for "Qingfu" on the Internet, it is described as "the blessing of leisure and ease". Oops, mentioning leisure? Who on earth would have the guts to have some leisure time now?
In the past, my grandma often said that when you get older, you should enjoy the blessing of leisure. In the end, I really got old, but I claimed that I couldn’t take any time off. Purchase a rocking chair for her, and within five minutes of sitting on it, she gets up to wipe the table. People of her generation seem to have never known how to enjoy blessings since they were born. In other words, what they consider blessings lies in their busy schedules - making rice dumplings for their grandchildren and rice cakes for their children. They are so busy that they can hardly straighten their waists, but they still say "it's okay" with a smile on their face.
Maybe this is Qingfu. It’s not that you don’t do anything, it’s that you can still do it if you want to, and someone lets you do it.
### Hongfu and our common people
Things like Hongfu sound grand. Such expressions as "Hongfu reaches the sky" are only for the emperor's use. What use do we ordinary people have to have such great blessings?
On the contrary, I like "family portraits", which are not photo-style family portraits, but the kind where the whole family surrounds a pot and shows the warmth and heat, just like when I was a child, my grandma cooked a pot of glutinous rice balls, and the white ones were rolling in the boiling water. No one said anything, just listening to the crackling sound of firecrackers outside. That kind of warmth, warms from the stomach to the heart.
Why is reunion so difficult?
The Spring Festival comes unknowingly during a busy time. At this moment, everyone has to stop what they are doing, as if they want to reunite with their family and relatives, to continue family ties, repay their kindness, and show filial piety.
These three words "have to" are used so wonderfully.
Since when did reunion turn into a mission? We hurried home, hurriedly had a meal, hurriedly handed out red envelopes, and then left in a hurry. Family affection seems to follow a process, and filial piety seems to be clocking in.
Sometimes I pay attention to the various and different fireworks, and I have an impulse, as if the Chinese New Year is approaching and I should be happy. But I rarely feel joyful and relaxed.
Are we too tired? Tired to the point where even happiness has to be "should".
Think of those poems
"The sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu."
I remember the poems I recited when I was a child, but I only understand them a little now. What exactly is removed by the word "exclude"? It is the years that have passed, and it is also the self that I once was. Every time we experience the Chinese New Year, it is like wiping out our past selves.
This night in this life will not last forever. Where will you see the bright moon next year? This is what Su Shi wrote about the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, it is also appropriate to place it during the Spring Festival. Will those reunited people still be there next year? Can they still be reunited like this?
What Wang Wei wrote, "I know from afar that my brothers are climbing to the heights, and one less person is planting dogwood trees everywhere" is about the Double Ninth Festival. However, every year during the Chinese New Year, there are always some people who are absent. This is not intentional, but they really cannot come. The reason is work, distance, the epidemic, or they will never come again.
Fu, what is it?
After reading the information for a long time, there is a sentence that is quite accurate: "There is no more great blessing, only humiliation." It comes from "Zuo Zhuan". What it expresses is that great blessing will never come again, and if you seek it by force, you will only suffer humiliation in vain.
So what we seek are actually small blessings.
The kind of tea you taste when you are free is happiness, the aura brought by success in career is Hongfu, and the meal you sit together to enjoy is a family portrait. Blessings can be divided into big, medium and small. People are tall, short, fat and thin. Everyone practices their own blessings and everyone enjoys their own blessings.
It's late at night
Someone was trying to set off fireworks outside the window. There was a bang, scattered, and disappeared again.
The room was warm, and the phone rang. It was a voice message sent by my mother. The content was: "Will you be back during the Chinese New Year? Your favorite rice dumplings have been wrapped." The rice dumplings eaten during the Dragon Boat Festival were also wrapped during the Spring Festival. In her place, as long as I have the desire to eat, every day is like a festival.
I replied "hui".
One word should make her laugh for a long time.
Maybe this is a blessing, you exist, I exist, and we can enjoy a meal together. No need to be grand, no need to be far away, no need to be quiet. Just plain, warm, slightly crowded, even slightly boring.
Keep blessings and pray for good luck every year.
Year after year, it’s too difficult. One year, that's good.
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