I miss my childhood, when my parents just made some money. I look forward to having new toys during the Spring Festival. In the morning, a group of children set off firecrackers and ran out to ask for candy, melon seeds, red envelopes and snowball fights. At noon, I came back to help post Spring Festival couplets, hang lanterns, watch the braised pork plump plump in the pot, watch the cold dishes mixed with a big pot, watch my father take out the good wine hidden, have a reunion dinner together at night, share a mouthful of white wine, and watch the Spring Festival Gala with melon seeds, laughing my head off.