Kenny Lin's New Year's Eve dinner has caused a lot of ridicule? What's the difference in the taste of your home?

On New Year's Eve, Kenny Lin, the star, basked in his New Year's Eve and wrote "Love the New Year's Eve in this hometown". This table of all-green vegetables and soup instantly became a source of happiness and boarded the hot search in Weibo.

Netizens love gossip, commenting that "Kenny Lin is a vegetarian at midnight, and the comments below are bright. This year's netizens are quite excellent. These unique comments can be turned over for a year. "

Netizens from all over the world have followed suit and commented on their New Year's Eve. There are seafood in the south and jiaozi in the north, and a table of sumptuous meals in the north and south of the Yangtze River has a strong annual flavor and a taste of home.

These days, hundreds of millions of people in China are rushing home. No matter how long and how far we have to walk, what we miss is the smell of home.

For countless people, New Year's Eve comes in a familiar smell, and the reunion dinner is always full of laughter and happiness.

It is the smell of home, which embodies expectations and wishes, accumulates hardships and paves the way for memory and warmth.

The smell of home is interwoven in the food.

Turn on the TV, most of the special programs these days are related to "eating" and "New Year's Eve". Stars from all walks of life went into battle together, showing off their cooking skills, cooking, frying, frying and cooking. Seeing too many fancy practices, they couldn't help but think of the New Year's Eve when they were young.

Simple, prosperous and true, although flashy, it tastes like steam floating on a plate, which hooks people's noses and keeps people's hearts.

The most popular "reserved program" at the dinner table is the braised pork ribs cooked by my mother. Small ribs with inch handles are golden red and shiny, fragrant and salty, with a long aftertaste. When I grow up, no matter where I am, whenever I see braised pork ribs, I will definitely think of my mother and home.

There is also a pot of stew, which is called cooking in the local dialect, which means eating all your troubles and having a good mood in the coming year. Chop mutton into small pieces, add broth, and stew with potatoes, meatballs, tofu, vermicelli, radish, bean jelly and sauerkraut. A bowl will warm all bones.

You must eat and drink. Every year in late autumn, my mother will brew her own wine. Bought grapes, washed and dried in the shade, crushed and filtered, and added "Qu" to brew them in the jar, which just opened in the New Year.

I can't taste wine, but I only love my own wine. Bitter in acid, sweet in bitterness, slightly spicy voice, having a few drinks with my parents, my face is slightly red, my body is slightly warm and slightly drunk. There's nothing better.

"Eating jiaozi in the New Year, making a fortune" and eating "jiaozi" on New Year's Eve are even more important feasts that no food can replace.

Jiaozi's stuffing for Chinese New Year is a kind of three fresh fillings that are rarely made at ordinary times, but every time the whole family scramble to make them, it is the only fruit candy stuffing, and whoever eats them will be sweet for a year.

Aesthetic food and love can't live up to. Make a delicious table, sweet and sour. Ordinary food, ordinary family.

The taste of food is highlighted in interweaving, and the taste of human feelings is inclusive in caring. The taste of home is the taste of happiness.

The smell of home is in different furniture.

Mr. Qian Zhongshu said, "Take a bath, look at flowers and have a meal. If you feel happy, it's not all because the bath is clean, the flowers are blooming well, or the food is to your taste, mainly because there is nothing in your heart. "

When I was a child, I lived in an immigrant city in the north. In the factory, every family makes their own furniture. The same is true for woodworking. Seven pieces have been assembled, namely wardrobe, high and low cabinets, corner cabinets, chest of drawers, writing desk, sofa and bed.

They are all ordinary people, pushing open the same board houses and seeing the same furniture, and putting them in the same position. However, there are still some differences. For example, my home has a different "taste".

Mother folded the quilt, unlike other people's yards, but folded it into long strips, placed it across the bed layer by layer, and then pressed a beautiful blanket. There is a picture frame hanging above the bed, which is not an ordinary scenery, but a picture of the mother and son playing.

The picture is peaceful and quiet, full of poetic warmth. When I wake up, I often stare at this painting with ecstasy. This is how the first aesthetic education class in my life was completed.

The scarlet striped velvet sofa in the back room was made by my father himself. Beating the wooden frame, pulling the rope, stretching the spring, stuffing the cushion and wrapping the velvet, for a whole week, a pile of odds and ends magically turned into a playground for children to climb up and down. Red is very aura, and it is covered with lace cushions hooked by mother with white lines. Red and white set each other off, very eye-catching.

Both rooms are lit with fluorescent lamps, which are bright and transparent inside and outside, and the human spirit is also open and bright. A curtain embroidered by my mother hangs on the door, depicting the dream of a small town in the north. Beaches, seagulls and coconut trees are all blue, gorgeous and bright.

My father likes Clivia, so he made a big flower on the window and stood by. Clivia has opened dozens of pots, large and small. Asparagus, which you don't like, is wrapped around the wire for drying clothes, climbed from the bed to the door, circled again and climbed to the window.

In winter, begonia and Crab Claw Orchid are in full bloom, with white, pink and red flowers covering the flower beds in a large area, a small world of three people.

Looking back now, those bright colors are the unique details. The so-called taste of home is that the details hide the ingenuity of the mother and the diligence and ability of the father.

The taste of home is in the family that is destined to depend on each other.

The ups and downs of Taiwanese drama is a story about home. Through the four reunion days of Spring Festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, the daily necessities, disputes and reconciliation, separation and reunion, laughter and tears of a family in this year are explained.

Stars from JJ Lin, Letter of Introduction and Rainie Yang recorded sweet and sour opening speeches.

Wu Kequn said, "People always say that everyone, everyone ... maybe home is a broad-minded place. Even if you are bullied outside, covered with scars and bruises, people at home will open their hearts and hands and give you a big hug. There is no scheming and calculation. Home will always be the biggest and warmest place in the world to accommodate us. "

Lin Boxiong said: "From the first day we came to this world, we were destined to depend on each other. We shared the same blood and grew up together. We saw each other's beauty and ugliness, and still support each other forever. The ups and downs between us, because they are a family, have become each other's lives. "

Home brings together the strongest true nature in the world; And year after year, in this year after year of love, warmth and tolerance.

Japanese educator Kuiyi Kimura said: "Family should be a hall of love, joy and laughter." Home is the place to bear the joys and sorrows, and this kind of emotion from the ordinary is also the taste of home.

The taste of home is to look back on the road and wait for your family.

The "home" in Oracle Bone Inscriptions is a room above, where ancestors are sacrificed; There are wild boars here, precious sacrifices. The birth of the word "home" is related to inheritance and reproduction.

First of all, our home is the place where we inherit our strength and unite our beliefs.

Recently, a short video of "Mom's Takeaway" was posted on a hot search in Weibo, which exploded the circle of friends.

The film is only four minutes long. Mothers of three families, carrying their own "take-out", visited their sons who could not go home for the New Year because they stuck to their posts and sent "the taste of home" to their children.

Outside the window, the special police braved the snow and stood like a sculpture; In the window, my mother was in tears, wishing she couldn't rush out to meet each other at once.

In front of the computer, the Uighur aunt looked at her son's image and could not hide her pride; After being hugged by his son, his hand brushed his broad back like a child.

Downstairs, in the bustling crowd, everyone in police uniform is like his own son; Upstairs, the mother finally recognized her son from the crowd and burst into tears.

The children are eating their mother's cooking, and their satisfaction and happiness are beyond words. No matter how tall and burly he is, no matter how strong and brave he is, he is still a child at his mother's knees and a man with a "taste of home".

Singer Pang Long once sang a song "The Taste of Home". A person wandering in this strange city/inevitably stumbles/often feels the warmth of home/is haunted by dreams day and night/life urges this pace/tears and sweat have flowed a lot over the years/every time I think of it/the warmth of home/the power in my chest is burning.

We often need comfort and energy when we are running around in life. The so-called taste of home is that it can make us look back and have the energy to move forward.

Robert, an American poet, said, "No matter when and where, home is always a place where the door is open to wanderers."

During the Chinese New Year, the road to go home is getting shorter and shorter; The feeling of going home, the closer, the warmer; The taste of home, the more I think about it, the more I want to eat it.

Home is a warm harbor, and the smell permeates the depths of the soul. They are vivid and rich, and they are a part of our life. It means the wanderer's homecoming and reunion after a long separation.

Every new year, let's talk about our own taste!

Note: This article first appeared on the platform of "New Oriental Family Education".

Beya is a freelance writer and photographer. Write words with temperature and live a minimalist life. Personal ID: I'm Bay Jerry.

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