I remember that since I left home for school, every twelfth lunar month, my grandmother would call to ask when I would take the exam and when I would come back. Every time I hear this, I always laugh it off, but I don't know how many expectations are hidden in this discourse. By the time I really went home on holiday, it was already before the New Year. Grandparents have already cleaned the house clean, the bedding is warm and delicious, and they do their best to welcome us back to the nest.
On New Year's Eve, the firecrackers that broke out one after another in previous years became sparse, and the night sky that had been shrouded in thick smoke became particularly bright. The whole family sat together and watched the Spring Festival Gala with smiles, songs and laughter. Everyone in a family takes turns giving out red envelopes to see who is lucky and grabs more, which is much happier than setting off firecrackers in the yard in previous years. High-tech. Popularization allows relatives and friends who are thousands of miles away to greet each other face to face.
On the first day of New Year's Day, before the first sunshine of the New Year, neighbors have begun to pay New Year greetings to each other. On the first day of last year, children watched TV around candy and melon seeds, or set off firecrackers in the yard. Women sat at mahjong tables and forgot to eat. Men drank and chatted in groups, and they couldn't find their homes. Now there is no one at the poker table, the wine table can't be saved, and the children don't shoot. Every family drives their own car, helps the old and takes care of the young, and will go to play far or near. Get-togethers, songs and dances, cross talks and skits have sprung up in various villages, and their performances on the big stage in the village have brought people together to enjoy happy hours.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, two aunts, uncles and cousins came, and the happiness index of our family rose rapidly. First, the food was served, so everyone showed their talents and showed their housekeeping skills. Grandpa can't do it, so he can only make a fire. We little girls couldn't join in the fun, so we sat at the table and chatted with each other. Grandma made sweet and soft sweet potato balls and tempting fried hairtail, Dad made mouth-watering rinse tripe and beggar chicken, and Aunt made colorful and delicious braised prawns. My elder sister-in-law had the best skills and cooked the most dishes, such as fried golden needle shavings, fried squid, steamed pomfret, shredded pork and green pepper, scallop fans and sliced mushrooms ... Mom felt that her skills were not good, so she helped everyone and washed them. In the kitchen, you come and go, the fragrance wafts, and soon the rich food is filled with two big tables. Eating steaming delicious food, everyone began to discuss where to play. In recent years, from the nearby Hanguguan Pit Yard to Xi 'an, Hainan, Qingdao, Kunming and Tiannanhaibei, we have gone to many places, enjoyed the local customs and customs of various places, and felt the same strong flavor of the year in different regions. My aunt said that now that the conditions are good, I will take my grandparents to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland while they can run, and let our younger generation feel the ever-changing motherland.
Going home for the New Year is a blend of anticipation and happiness, and a feast of affection and joy. Today's Spring Festival is less dark at the poker table and more affectionate to friends and relatives. Without the cups and cups on the wine table, there is more prosperity in the world. Less gorgeous fireworks, lively firecrackers, more "snow is too late for spring, so send trees to fly as flowers" beautiful scenery. Year after year, year after year, it has become a new and prosperous landscape, and what remains unchanged is that deep feeling.