My childhood was in the sixties and seventies of last century. At that time, although I didn't eat much and had little cultural life, I couldn't forget the flavor of the year.

On the 27th and 8th of La, every household began to beat hemp.

Pour the steamed wicker glutinous rice into a water stone pestle, mash it with a pestle (long-handled big wooden pestle), then rub it on the palm of your hand with an oil foot (rapeseed oil foot), and then grab a handful of sesame seeds and knead it in the palm of your left hand. Then, pinch it with your left hand and hold it with your right hand. When it is picked up, it will be a round lump called "pick up". This mashed syrup is very delicious.

Then put it in a sea bowl and distribute it to neighbors and relatives who have not been beaten. Until the first day of the first month, when this "grasping hemp" is dry, you can get rid of your relatives from bamboo beds, door panels or bamboo mats.

Around this century, this thing was especially popular with relatives in the city, but unfortunately no one plays hemp now.

Killing pigs in the New Year is not killing, but letting them go. This is a taboo statement.

The butcher who puts pigs is called Chuntai, an old man with rotten feet (vasculitis). Chuntai is skilled in releasing pigs, and almost all of them kill pigs with one knife. When the pig hums during the New Year, the owner will set off firecrackers to see it off. Under the bench, the host has prepared a big wooden basin to hold pig blood, which is called "shovel" in our local dialect. After the pig was opened in 2008, Chuntai chopped a knife of grooved meat on the meat anvil. At this time, the host family took knives, head meat, pig gizzards, pig intestines, pig livers and other pigs into the water and went to the kitchen to prepare pork rice.

The owner cooked the trotters, cut them into large pieces and fried them. The sea bowl is still full, and several large slots of meat are spread on the pork gizzards for the neighbors to eat. At noon, after the pig rice dance, the butcher, the helper, and the relatives opened the square table and ate and drank …

Now, people in the village don't raise pigs, and it has become a sweet and beautiful memory to release pigs, show off pigs and eat pork rice in the New Year.

Pay special attention to saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new in the old customs of hometown. On New Year's Eve, firecrackers will be set off around midnight, which indicates a year's victory. On the first day of the new year, we should open the door and set off firecrackers to welcome the arrival of the new year.

Boys like to pick up firecrackers. As long as you hear firecrackers, your feet itch. They especially hope that their parents will turn off firecrackers later and open them earlier. This is a bit particular about playing and picking up firecrackers, because children are outspoken, and adults are also afraid that children will talk nonsense during the New Year. So some people will pinch a short piece and throw it to the children who pick up firecrackers, and let them shout "There are quite a lot of fragments (here)" at the door to win a good prize. Children are also uncomfortable, generally stepping regardless of danger, always looking forward to picking up the top foot (big firecrackers).

Fortunately, firecrackers are still allowed in the countryside today, but few children go to pick up firecrackers, because children are expensive now and parents don't let them.

At that time, cultural propaganda seemed to be more active than now.

I remember there was a troupe in the brigade at that time, which was called "Mao Zedong Thought Literature and Art Propaganda Team". During the Spring Festival, we will perform in various natural villages. They sang tea-picking operas and performed revolutionary model operas such as Shajiabang, Crossing the Tiger Mountain, The Red Lantern, and the local opera Little Guardian.

What is particularly unforgettable is that when I was a child, my aunt acted in the village and sent my cousin to pick us up to go to the theatre. We are very excited about the Naha Block. We lift the curtain, go on stage, learn to sing, perform like an elephant, and I hum some opera songs from time to time.

Unfortunately, there are fewer rural theatrical troupes now, and rural dramas have disappeared in villagers' festivals.

Thank you. Different seasons have different flavors. I think our childhood at that time was poor but happy. We are very happy every new year, really happy, full of flavor of the year.

Because, when we were young, our life was not very good. Only in the New Year can we put on new clothes and eat more fish and meat.

Now that our country is rich and our life is rich, we feel stale. Eat all day, not as good as Chinese New Year. We should be grateful! Chairman Mao and the older generation of revolutionaries, thank the national leaders for their good leadership! We live a happy life today. Thank you! Grateful! Treasure!

Thank you. I was born in the countryside 1957. It was New Year's Eve, and everyone lit kerosene lamps and sat on the hot kang. There is meat and steamed bread on New Year's Eve. It is kowtowing to pay New Year greetings after meals, and the young and the old are orderly. After that, I expect my parents to give me lucky money. Children can get a dime or fifty cents. The happiest thing is playing paper lanterns with friends in the yard. Running around. Occasionally there is fruit candy to eat. A little bigger, the "Cultural Revolution" began, and the Chinese New Year stopped kowtowing. Farmland war, very lively. There is a radio, and there are many beautiful songs. Such as "Shandandan Flowers Bloom Red" and so on.

It's the Spring Festival again, and I haven't felt its taste yet.

I was born in the 1950s, and now I am over 60 years old. Every time I think back to my childhood Spring Festival, the attractive flavor of the year always comes to my face.

As far as I can remember, in the early 1960 s, during those three hard years, life was not rich. But in the winter months, families began to kill Nian pigs and steamed sticky bean buns with yellow rice, which opened the prelude to the New Year, and the taste of Nian naturally became stronger.

At that time, spiritual life was not rich, winter vacation was just silly, and poker was rare. It is also a matter of pride to have a deck of playing cards in the Spring Festival, which has increased the thickness for one year. It's this time of year. I got a pair of Pisces poker, and I don't want to play it except to show it off to my children.

On New Year's Eve, the New Year's Eve is especially rich, and it is the most abundant meal of the year. There are more than a dozen dishes, including chicken and fish, which will be dripped half a month ago. After dinner, my big cousin next door came to borrow poker from me seriously. They are about my parents' age, and they promised me many delicious and interesting things. Under the temptation, I agreed, on the condition that I must take poker with me and that poker can't leave my sight.

Four adults, playing cards on the kang table, I just sat there watching. As soon as it was dark, several little cousins clamored for lanterns, and the lobby brother reluctantly put down the card to light lanterns. I took the place of my eldest cousin, and the excitement was unforgettable. I didn't return to the audience until my cousins went out to play with lanterns.

The adults played a handful of Tongxiao cards intermittently, sent paper to visit the God of Wealth, and ate jiaozi in the middle, which was also lively for a while. I also spent the night with them. At dawn, I put away my poker and went home.

That pair of Pisces poker was played in the first month. It was badly broken and I didn't want to throw it away. But carefully collected, I don't know when I can't find it.

It is true that the taste of different years is different. In the seventies and eighties, on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the flavor of the year gradually began to come out. Everyone sweeps the dust and worships the kitchen god, then pushes tofu, kills pigs, smoked bacon sausages and dried tofu. Wait until the 27th or 8th of the twelfth lunar month before pushing jiaozi.

After the dumplings are drained, they can be eaten on the morning of the 29 th of the twelfth lunar month. On the thirtieth day, everyone fried crispy meat, steamed dumplings, pasted couplets, put on new clothes, kicked shuttlecock, jumped rope and rolled iron rings, which was very fun. Adults give lucky money at night, and they can go shopping to buy their favorite things on the first day, such as playing with firecrackers and balloons, and some buy sugar cane to row sugar cane. In the second day of junior high school, they took a walk in the homes of relatives and friends, which enhanced their friendship and had a strong family flavor. Everyone is very affectionate when they meet, and friends are also very good together. Life is getting better and better now, but the taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker. Family, friendship and love are all based on economy. They walk less with each other and have less chance to meet each other. They all have their own jobs and are busy making money. Busy with the Chinese New Year, the streets are decorated with lights and colorful, and there are more bacon sausages, which are not as fragrant as before. Life is getting richer and richer.

Childhood life is difficult, and I always want to steal cucumbers, pears, dates or radishes and sweet potatoes to fill my stomach when I go to the fields in autumn. Once my partner and I came back from collecting firewood and had a rest. At this time, it was already noon. The old bachelor who looks at pears is nicknamed "old cadre", and everyone is afraid of him. Seeing no one under the tree, I decided to steal pears. But the distance is more than 200 meters, a section of Hetao and a section of Gu. We run with the cat in our arms for a while and climb forward for a while. We finally came to the pear tree with a nervous look. We were about to climb the tree when the tree shouted, Go back! It turns out that the old bachelor who looks at pears lurks in the tree! We were so scared that we fled all the way back without looking back. After a pause, we returned to the side of the road. We were so scared that we didn't eat pears and went home listlessly with firewood baskets on our backs.

A: At that time, my childhood was a silly child. I only remember that I am looking forward to having lucky money in the New Year, and life is always much better than usual. At that time, I 10 was a child in my teens, and the requirements were not high. I lived on rice, chickens, ducks, geese and fish for some lucky money, just like the Jade Emperor.

I remember the Spring Festival when I was 15 years old: (As you can imagine, a boy 15 years old basically developed into a man) He went to see a doctor with leg pain, but he was a super beautiful young female doctor. After the female doctor checked, the female doctor said, "Call mom! ..... I look puzzled. " She added, "Call mom! Continue to be silly ... "

At this time, the doctor glared at me impatiently, so I had to cry and say that my mother began to doubt her life experience violently ... and made the doctor angry: "I asked you if your feet were numb!" " "

Since then, I always remember the time when I went to celebrate the New Year. Will everyone?

But unfortunately, things don't work out, and people who are destined to meet will always meet. A beautiful female doctor will never marry into my family. I call her sister-in-law: I must also make it clear that she is my second brother's wife.

I was born in 1946, an ordinary farmer's family. Our hometown is 1942 the establishment of democratic regime (liberated area). I can remember my childhood from 1950, and I still remember that the strong flavor of the year was different from that of peacetime. I ate well and dressed well, and I was fastidious (and superstitious). From the delivery of the stove (the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month), it is necessary to "sweep the dust", burn bodhisattva paper in front of the stove at noon, burn incense and worship rice, tear off the old stove owner and paste a new one. In the next few days, steamed buns, glutinous rice balls, water cakes, killing pigs and chickens, buying fish and meat, and sending new year's goods (cakes made of fructose, red paper and faint candle paper) to the closest relatives and elders. If you eat well, you will have fun. Mom is busy and happy, sewing clothes, making shoes, washing quilts and mending clothes. In the late thirties, the taste was stronger. At noon, we burn paper at home to offer offerings (rice and fish, tofu rice, etc.). ) to worship our ancestors, and then have a nice meal (that is, a Chinese New Year meal). In the afternoon, my father and I had an early drought with red paper (because many people were invited to get ahead, the old man was very busy this day. Because those who can't read or write during the New Year always comment on couplets, being good at antithesis and using words is also a good opportunity for him to become famous. Please ask Mr. Chen (the old teacher) to write couplets, ask questions and post them everywhere when he comes back. There is a portrait of Chairman Mao on the front of the back wall facing the gate. It is changed every few years, but the red paper couplets on both sides are updated every year. Before posting, everyone takes a bath at home and puts on new clothes or clean clothes. After washing, changing dirty clothes and sweeping the floor, it is not allowed to sweep the floor and sew clothes until the second day of junior high school. Burning paper and incense outside the door at night, offering sacrifices (pig's head or pork, and raw ginger and onion knives, etc. ). Then keep watch, adults tell stories, pay New Year greetings, and abusive children wipe their mouths with bodhisattva paper. My parents want to tie the god of wealth (wrapped in wood), my mother wants to rub jiaozi, stir-fry peanuts, sunflowers and melon seeds (usually from my parents), my sister helps me make a fire, and my brother and I will catch it as soon as we stir-fry, looking forward to sharing cakes and fruits (ready to eat on New Year's Day) and handing out lucky money (ranging from a few cents). We are too young to stay up late, about ten o'clock in the evening. Put a whip to burn incense and light a candle to open the stove (that is, to welcome the owner of the stove), take out the rice on the stove that day, put two glutinous rice balls in each pot, and ask us to defecate cleanly. After turning off the lights, we will eat cakes and fruits until the first day of the New Year's Day, and then throw them into our own fields after my father lights the god of wealth and takes pictures all over the house. Then open your mouth and wish each other well. There are droughts and delays in opening the door, so although it is in the countryside, firecrackers have been set off all night. Mother opened the pot and looked at the dumplings put the night before, which were said to be auspicious and eye-catching. Then cook jiaozi, and the whole family will eat jiaozi with sugar around the table (without facing north), which is more delicious. Children eat and run around, kowtow to their elders and pay New Year greetings to families. Every family has at least one handful of peanuts to welcome sunflowers. Beggars, too, run quickly, don't shout for wealth, there are many steamed buns. Then there are monkey tricks, dragon dances, "boating on the lake" and "herding cattle". We watched this drive, and it was lively for several days, when the honey was the strongest. On the second day of junior high school, I began to visit relatives and friends, and relatives and friends sent cakes, fruits and lucky money to the children who went with me. On the fifth morning, there will be firecrackers again. This excitement basically ended on the sixth day, and the taste of the year gradually faded. Wisdom, some people eat glutinous rice balls on the fifteenth day of the first month and then hang a whip, and the New Year is over.

"When I was a child, I looked forward to the New Year and had a good meal during the New Year." About 70 years ago, our hometown production team distributed wheat 16 kg per capita throughout the year. You are not mistaken, the annual per capita wheat 16 kg. I really eat chaff, but I really don't have enough.

What can't be done is not that the country has just been founded, everything is in full swing, and the country is poor.

Of course, when I was a child, Chinese New Year was the happiest time of the year. It was fun to visit relatives and friends. You can have a good meal. But you don't have to wear new clothes every year, and you are too poor to afford it.

The taste of childhood is still fresh in my memory. The elders in the neighborhood are very kind and interact frequently from grade one to grade three. The adults put everything down and took us to play for three days.

I was born in 46 years, and I only remember the early days of liberation. Grandparents are farmers with their backs to the loess. But I attach great importance to China New Year.

In that era when materials were scarce, every household had to prepare dumplings before the New Year, eat them on the first day of the New Year, symbolizing reunion, and put coins in them. Whoever eats it symbolizes good luck and wants to get rich. Eating jiaozi is called eating smoothly, which symbolizes smooth sailing all the year round. There are also 30 years of steamed buns and steamed rice cakes. In the evening of 30 years, I posted Spring Festival couplets at noon, and at night my mother made peanut candy, kneaded flour candy, fried sunflower seeds, and so on. Prepare for friends and relatives on the first day of the new year and give it to everyone for enjoyment.

On the first day of junior high school, we children will kowtow to the elders in the tribe to pay New Year greetings. The elders will give us candy and snacks and give us lucky money. At that time, if we gave the lucky money a dime, we would be very happy.

At that time, I especially liked Chinese New Year. Only after the Chinese New Year will there be delicious food, new clothes and new shoes.

The strong flavor of childhood and neighborhood affection are still fresh in my memory and unforgettable.