The sound of firecrackers marks the end of the year, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu. There are no identical leaves and no identical snowflakes in the world. Even in the same country, we do not necessarily have the same hometown customs. In my hometown of Lujiang, I am most impressed by the

It's still the day before the Spring Festival - New Year's Eve. The difference between New Year's Eve and the north is that there are no dumplings, but there is a sweet New Year's Eve dinner. On this day, there will be no homework, no tasks assigned by mom and dad, and the whole day will be free.

On this day, I will calmly wait for the arrival of New Year's Eve, but behind the quietness, there will always be excitement and joy. Time no longer flies by like a fleeting moment, but makes people feel a bit "

It feels like every day is like a year. In the evening, firecrackers go off one after another, which heralds the coming of an activity - burning paper money for ancestors and paying homage to their ancestors. At this time, I am always the most active one, and I also

I don’t know why, but this is a serious ceremony. To me, it seems like a game, a pageant of flames. I am always impatient with this process of dividing paper money into portions, but it is indispensable.

.Every time a lighter comes on, it is the most exciting moment. The flame ignites from the pile of paper, and it is red and hot. It burns my cheeks, but I feel very comfortable. Under the dark sky, a small

A small pile of paper money burns happily, as if bidding farewell to the old year and rushing towards the new year impatiently. These flames with different beautiful wishes are very beautiful. Whenever the wind blows, there will always be

Bringing out the shredded paper burning with sparks, like the spirit of fire, hurriedly took people's blessings to the sky to pray. When I returned home, I felt very satisfied, and even had the uncontrollable restlessness... The New Year's Eve dinner was served early

When I got to the table, the candles were swaying, and the stools were neatly placed. At this time, grandma would open the door to greet my ancestors, and warned me not to touch the chairs, as my ancestors would faint. This unrealistic statement is indeed a bit funny.

, but I always listen to my grandma’s words and walk carefully around the stool from the table for fear of stepping on a landmine. The strong hometown style, like a small umbrella-like dandelion petal, touches the membrane in my heart.

It took root and enveloped the whole heart, feeling warm and cozy. The somewhat superstitious and special hometown style took deep root in my heart. No matter where I go in the future, I will remember these details and those beautiful things.