In my childhood memory, after Laba, my parents were busier. Dusting and washing are all in a hurry, because the farm work in the team will not be finished until the 3 th of the year.
Dad is famous for his calligraphy. As soon as the twelfth lunar month comes, the neighbors are busy buying red paper and asking Dad to write couplets.
At that time, everyone was not rich. A piece of red paper and several couplets were enough for the New Year.
Dad is an accountant in the brigade, and he is also very busy at the end of the year. This company arranges relief money, and that company arranges relief food. Most of the Spring Festival couplets are written in the evening.
When others send red paper, my father always asks several pairs of gates and doors, and then writes down the name of the head of the household and arranges them one by one.
paper cutting, but the skill is alive, the length is wide and narrow, a piece of red paper, how to distribute it, oh, dad is an accountant, how can he be stumped?
The most important thing is the content of couplets. Dad doesn't like the sameness. Whoever marries a daughter-in-law and holds a wedding ceremony will use:
I like to have a fragrant boat to welcome a lady, but I don't want to entertain guests and friends.
It is written on the older door:
Longevity is not older than Nanshan pine, and happiness is like a flowing water in the East China Sea.
Children's door:
There is no end to learning the sea.
Most of the words on the gate say: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb.
my sister and I started to work with each other. Dad wrote it, and we took it, laid it underground, dried it, and then wrapped it up in one household.
My sister and I often gawk at the paper with wet ink.
with one horizontal stroke, it can take up half of the country, and it is horizontal and powerful.
once erected, it will stand tall. Stand tall.
a curl, both rigid and flexible. It's raining.
once you draw it like a blade, you can go into battle to kill the enemy.
now that I think about it, I was admiring it. Appreciate my father's handwriting, and admire and love that I can't say in my heart.
well, when someone else happily takes it away, dad won't be able to write our own until New Year's Eve. Usually, when I put it up at home, it's already firecrackers outside, and then mom is busy with the New Year's Eve dinner.
six bowls! Fish, meat, meatballs, a plate of fried pages with yellow sprouts, a bowl of green vegetable and bean curd soup, and a bowl of boiled taro with blood, which are rare in ordinary times.
After dinner, my father prepared a paper bag for each of us, which contained a few candies, assorted hard sweets, miscellaneous sweets and lucky money. After waking up in the morning of the first day of junior high school, we can only talk if we eat anything casually. Sometimes, my sister and I steal it before going to bed (chuckle).
I like visiting New Year's Day best. Along the way, my sister-in-law and I like to read couplets on every door. They are all my father's handwriting, showing off in front of children with pride: My father wrote them! It's all written by my father!
Times have changed, and the year still passes like this, but there are no couplets written by my father long ago, and the flavor of the year with my father is only in the depths of my memory. Before the arrival of every new year, it passes my mind again ...
The celebration of the Spring Festival is the last one on the fifteenth day of the first month.
according to legend, there is a custom of watching lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first month. I have never experienced it in my memory, and even Yuanxiao was replaced by dumplings made years ago. We don't care about these things.
Young children will enjoy clever paper lanterns made by their fathers, especially those in the shape of rabbits. Light a small candle inside, and dad will lead the children to their elders' homes with lanterns. When they enter the door, they will shout loudly, "Change candles, change candles, congratulations on ordering a boat to build a tiled house." The elders laughed happily, kissed the child hard first, then lit the candles already prepared, replaced the candles in the lanterns, and gave a red envelope. The child went to another house happily.
and what I am looking forward to most is to invite "grey pile girl" behind the big sisters of Eiko next door.
Please invite Miss Grey Pile, which is full of mystery.
First, choose an old ash heap pond with many years' history. It is said that the longer the ash heap pond lasts, the purer it will be.
Not everyone can hire a girl named Grey Heap. She must be clean and have both ability and political integrity. And Eiko is hardworking, kind and good-looking, and she invites her every year.
After dark, Sister Eiko washed her face, applied peony vanishing cream, dressed neatly, came to the ash pile pond reserved during the day, respectfully inserted a wick of incense, and then folded her hands and murmured: Big girl, big girl, you look after the house, two girls, two girls, you spin, and three girls, please come to my house.
The legendary Third Girl is the youngest daughter of the mother-in-law of Grey Heap. She is smart and kind, and can predict the harvest of the year, whether the marriage is happy, whether people and animals are prosperous, etc. After Eiko finished chanting, she took out a brand-new flowered headscarf and tied it on the upside-down new dustpan. A silver hairpin was inserted in the middle of the dustpan mouth, and some of them were jade-headed needles with emeralds. Two watery girls carefully lifted the dustpan, and amid firecrackers, the ash-piled girl was invited home.
There were three incense sticks on the shrine, and the smoke curled up. The small square table was placed in the middle of the hall early, covered with a layer of rice flour. The two older girls sat on both sides of the table, with their forefinger and middle finger stretched out on both sides of the dustpan hanging on the table.
Although Eiko always asks a few girls out quietly, the three small rooms are still crowded with people. Most of them ask if the crops are good. The girls are shyly asked to marry, and some people pray for their children. Grey heap girl can't speak, but she writes simple words through that silver hairpin, but they are all from Lian Bi, so we have to identify them carefully and ponder them repeatedly ... Children are not allowed to play around, and men can't make any noise, otherwise the shy grey heap girl will "keep her mouth shut"
More often, she answers everyone's questions with the number of nods.
I have always suspected that the two people who set up a dustpan must have agreed to do the same thing. Otherwise, is that dustpan really spiritual?
It was not until I dawdled Eiko for a long time that I got the chance to build a dustpan. I'm even more confused. The dustpan really moved by itself!
Later, although I didn't believe in superstition, up to now, this custom circulating in Daiyao area of Xinghua has no clear explanation, that is, mystery! The Lantern Festival is also mysterious.
After the Lantern Festival, the Chinese New Year will come to an end.
On the 16th day of the first month, people are busy again: scraping pot ashes, frying twists, making zanba ... When night falls, the lantern-like moon hangs on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and torches fall on the fields like stars. Dancing torches is our children's "patent", and big brothers and sisters pretend to push and rush.
and fried broad beans, called fried mouse eyes!
In those days, every house had adobe walls, and the only furniture was made of wood. At that time, there were a lot of rats, and they were free to haunt. The walls were all punched by rats, and the furniture was also lost by sawdust. The rats ruined it beyond recognition everywhere. The urine smell of rats at home was pungent, and the rat excrement was swept away! Although everyone shouted, no one had a good way to deal with it!
So, I don't know from what year, the whole people agreed to Izayoi, and all the beans that can be fried will be fried, so that the crackling sound and the blazing fire will blow the mouse's eyes together, so that it can no longer see and chew!
So, in Izayoi, the alley was filled with the smell of fried broad beans. Let the taste of the year be strong to the extreme!
Izayoi, all the voices are reminding people that it's time to start over after the New Year.
time flies and things change. In a flash, I am no longer a child. The flavor of childhood will always be missed after every new year ...