The slanting wind and drizzle accompany the return of spring, and the days after the beginning of spring become much gentler and more charming; without the confinement of ice and snow, the mountains, rivers and rivers begin to sprout in the spring tide, the willow buds turn green, the spring rivers are warm, and the hometown gradually takes on a "New Year flavor"

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The travellers, who have returned from afar, and the old ladies waiting in the village, their gaze turned into tears of joy, the babies who have not seen their parents for a long time, tightly hold the hands of relatives who have returned from afar, and hold on for a long time.

I'm afraid that if I let go, my parents will go away again, and the "smell of the New Year" will drift with the smoke in the courtyard of my hometown.

Some people say that the flavor of the New Year begins with the mother’s greetings after the first snowfall; others say that the flavor of the New Year begins with the steps back home; still others say that the flavor of the New Year begins with the arrival of the hometown.

In the village, the fragrance wafts out of the rising smoke.

Wild geese from the north return to the south, carrying the flavor of the New Year in their bulging luggage. When the first ray of spring breeze passes through the buns of the city, a strong flavor of the New Year begins to emerge in my thoughts. In the mutual greetings of relatives,

, in the crowded crowd, in the hurry to go home, the flavor of the New Year begins to linger in the hearts of each of us. The flavor of the New Year is mixed with a touch of nostalgia, filling the air bit by bit.

The taste of the New Year in my memory began when my mother was busy. When the hoarse shouting of the old popcorn man came from the alley of my hometown, and with the shouting, the fragrant popcorn popped, my hometown began.

With the flavor of the New Year, at this time, my mother would ask me to serve a scoop of corn, a scoop of rice, and pop up two buckets of rice popcorn. If it is not wet, it will be delicious until the Chinese New Year.

Among the New Year flavors in my hometown, the thing that makes me feel that the New Year is getting closer and closer is my mother. She is very busy. She takes out the sweet potatoes that have been stored for the whole winter from the cellar early, washes them, and then boils the sweet potato candies.

After the sweet potato candy is boiled, add rice flakes and fried peanuts. After cooling, cut into cubes. It is crispy and sweet. Sweet potato candy is a favorite of children during the Spring Festival. The sweet potato candy made by my mother is not bitter.

The heat is just right and it is a favorite among the neighborhood kids.

My hometown is a remote small village in northern Jiangsu and southern Shandong. Although it is far away from the city, the ancient Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal winds through the east side of the village. The endless waves of the ancient canal water give my hometown green mountains and green waters and Suzhou.

Some people say that the reputation of the land of fish and rice in the north is fair. It has given you a modern and comfortable life, but it has also given us the disasters caused by pollution and prosperity. However, this barren land only exists because it is far away from the urban area.

Today's "Fishing Boat Lotus Song" and the "Dream Water Village" scene in my hometown; the intensity or intensity of the New Year's flavor is related to the frequency of my mother's going to the market. There are two markets closer to my hometown, one is seven miles away from the current township.

The other is after crossing the canal, not far from Liweizi, about 4 miles away; in the morning, my mother always finishes cooking early, carries a basket, and walks to the market. At that time, she can follow her mother to the market.

, is a wish of mine; although I have to walk a long way, my mother usually won’t take me there because I have to take a boat because she is afraid of the danger. In fact, even at home, my mother will always buy it for me from the market.

Come for delicious food, but the bustling crowds at the market, the bustling big market, and the dazzling array of delicious food still tempt me a lot. Every time my mother goes to the market, she always has to compete with me in a battle of wits and courage.

I couldn't get rid of it, so I took her with me. When I was a child, my mother's return from the market was the best expectation of my day.

There are Spring Festival couplets, firecrackers, peanuts, melon seeds and some New Year's goods. My mother went to the New Year's fair to buy New Year's goods, and I felt that the flavor of the New Year was getting stronger and stronger.

During the Chinese New Year, you must grind a pot of tofu. In the countryside where I grew up, tofu was an indispensable delicacy during the Chinese New Year. My mother soaked the beans the night before, grinded them and cooked them in the pot the next morning.

, and finally dot it with plaster. During the process of making tofu, my mother would always serve me steaming tofu poutine for a night, which my mother left specially for me.

Since my father works in a coal mine, my family's conditions are much better than those of ordinary rural families. We raise a pig every year, and if others sell it for money, our family will definitely kill it. In addition to giving away part of it, we sell the remaining pig heads.

The meat must be a New Year delicacy. My mother will spend two days cleaning it, and then cook a pot of meat. Surrounding the big pot, the greedy cats must have a full meal first.

Fried meatballs are a must-have delicacy in our Lunan family. Firstly, the meatballs are really delicious, and they also symbolize reunion. The radish and meatballs made by my mother are the best. Each meatball flows from my mother’s fingers.

Squeeze it out, slide it into the oil pan, and tumble it several times. It is yellow and tender, crispy and delicious. You can eat it. However, when my mother was frying the meatballs, we were not allowed to talk nonsense. It is said that this is respect for the Kitchen God.

On this day, my mother would light incense in front of the stove. I asked my mother why she lit incense in front of the stove and kowtowed.

My mother said that this is the time when the Kitchen God is going up to heaven to report back to the Jade Emperor, asking him to say some good words to the world, "God speaks good things, and the lower world will be safe." Then on the first day of the new year, we will bring the Kitchen God back and work hard all his life.

A kind mother has come from hard times and knows what it feels like to be poor and hungry. At this moment, she can only entrust her beautiful wishes to the Kitchen God.