The childhood taste of the annual ring ll

In my childhood memory, after Laba, my parents were busier. Dust removal and washing are in a hurry, because the farm work in the team can't be finished until New Year's Eve.

Dad is famous for his good calligraphy. On the twelfth lunar month, the neighbors were busy buying red paper and asked dad to write couplets.

At that time, everyone was not rich. A piece of red paper and a few couplets are enough for a prosperous New Year.

Dad is an accountant in the brigade and is very busy at the end of the year. This arranges relief money and that arranges relief food. Writing Spring Festival couplets, mostly in the evening.

When others turn red paper, dad always asks for several pairs of gates and doors, and then writes down the names of the heads of households and arranges them one by one.

Paper-cutting, but technical, is long and narrow, a piece of red paper, how to divide it, oh, dad is an accountant, how can he be stumped?

The most important thing is the content of couplets. Dad doesn't like sameness. Which one can marry a daughter-in-law for a wedding?

I like to have a fragrant boat to greet a lady, but I won't entertain guests and friends with delicious food.

The old door reads:

Longevity is not as good as that of Nanshan pine, but happiness is like flowing water in the East China Sea.

Children's door:

There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.

Most of the words on the gate read: Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb.

My sister and I followed suit. Dad wrote it, and we took it, laid it underground, dried it, and then wrapped it door by door.

My sister and I often stare blankly at that piece of paper with wet ink.

A horizontal, can account for half of the country, horizontal and powerful.

As soon as it is erected, it will stand tall. Stand straight.

A curl is both rigid and flexible. It is raining.

Once it is drawn like a blade, it can be put into battle to kill the enemy.

Now that I think about it, I quite appreciate it. Appreciate my father's handwriting, and I have unspeakable admiration and love in my heart.

This kind of writing, when others happily take it away, dad can't write our own until New Year's Eve. Usually when my house is put up, it is already firecrackers outside, and then my mother is busy making New Year's Eve dinner.

Six bowls! Fish, meat, meatballs, a plate of fried noodles with bean sprouts, a bowl of green vegetable and bean curd soup, and a bowl of blood-boiled taro are rare at ordinary times.

After dinner, my father prepared a paper bag for each of us, which contained several sweets, all kinds of hard sweets, all kinds of sweets and lucky money. After waking up in the morning of the first day of junior high school, we can talk after eating something casually. Sometimes, my sister and I steal it before going to bed (giggle).

I like visiting in the New Year best. Along the way, my sister-in-law and I like to read couplets at every door. It's all dad's handwriting, full of pride to show off in front of the children: dad wrote it! Dad wrote it all!

Time passed, and a year passed like this, but there was no couplet written by my father. The taste of being with my father is only deep in my memory. Before every new year comes, it passes through my heart again. ...

The celebration of the Spring Festival comes on the fifteenth day of the first month, which is the last one.

Legend has it that there is a custom of watching lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first month. I haven't experienced it in my memory, and even the Lantern Festival has been replaced by jiaozi made years ago. We don't care about that,

Young children will like the clever paper lanterns made by their father, especially those in the shape of rabbits. Light small candles inside, and dad will take the children to their elders' homes with lanterns. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout loudly: "change candles, change candles, congratulations on booking a boat and building a tile house." The elders smiled happily, kissed the children hard first, then lit the candles already prepared, changed the candles in the lanterns and gave them a red envelope. The child went to another house happily.

What I am looking forward to most is to invite the "grey girl" behind the big sisters of Eiko next door.

Please invite the girl of Grey Heap. She has a mysterious feeling without rhyme or reason.

First, choose an old ash heap pond with many years of history. It is said that the longer the ash pile pond is, the purer it will be.

Not everyone can hire a girl with gray hair. She must be clean and have both ability and political integrity. And Eiko is hardworking, kind and good-looking, and invites her every year.

After dark, Eiko washed her face, painted peony vanishing cream, dressed neatly, came to the ash pile pond reserved during the day, respectfully inserted a wick of incense, then folded her hands and murmured, Big girl, big girl, you look after the house, Second girl, Second girl, you spin, Third girl, please come to my house.

The legendary three girls are the youngest daughter of the ash heap mother-in-law. She is smart and kind, and can predict the harvest of a year, whether the marriage is happy, whether people and animals are prosperous, and so on. After Eiko finished singing, she took out a brand-new flower headscarf and tied it on a new dustpan that was put upside down. There is a silver hairpin in the middle of the dustpan mouth, and some are jade needles. Two watery girls carefully lifted the dustpan. Amid the sound of firecrackers, the girl who piled up ashes was invited home.

There are three sticks of incense on the shrine, curling up smoke from the kitchen. The small square table has long been placed in the middle of the room, covered with a layer of rice flour. Two older girls are sitting 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. Girls are shyly asked to get married, and some people pray for their children. Grey heap girls can't speak, but they write simple words through silver hairpins, but they are all from Lian Bi, so we have to identify them carefully and ponder over them repeatedly ... Children are not allowed to play around, and men can't make any noise, otherwise the shy grey heap girls will keep their mouths shut.

More is to reply to everyone's questions with a nod.

I have always suspected that those two dustpans must have agreed on the same action. Otherwise, is that dustpan really spiritual

It was not until I dawdled Eiko for a long time that I had a chance to make a dustpan. I am even more confused. The dustpan really moved by itself!

Later, although I didn't believe in superstition, until now, there is no clear explanation for this custom circulating in Daiyao area of Xinghua, and that is mystery! Lantern Festival is also mysterious.

After the Lantern Festival, the Chinese New Year will be over.

On the 16th day of the first month, people began to be busy again: scraping ash, frying twist, making bazan ... As night fell, the lantern-like moon hung on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and torches fell on the field like stars in the sky. Dancing torches is the patent of our children. Big brothers and sisters pretend to push and shove, scrambling to "cross the sea of fire".

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 many mice and they were free to roam. The walls were smashed by rats and the furniture was lost by sawdust. Rats destroyed it beyond recognition everywhere. The smell of rat urine at home is pungent, and the rat excrement is swept away! Although everyone is shouting, but no one has a good way to deal with it!

So, I don't know from which year, the whole people agreed that Izayoi would fry all the beans that could be fried, and let the crackling sound and the raging fire blow up the eyes of the mouse, so that it could no longer see and chew!

So, Izayoi, the alley smells of fried broad beans. Let the taste of the year be strong to the extreme!

Izayoi, all voices are reminding people that after the New Year, everything has to start all over again. What should we do?

Time flies and things change. In a flash, I was no longer a child. Every year after the Chinese New Year, I always miss the taste of childhood. ...