[what happened during the Spring Festival] the imprint of warm time

Those things during the Spring Festival, the impression of warm time, the beautiful picture in the memory of a look back at the distance, warm and clear.

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There is no snow, the wind is cold in winter, and the leaves on the forked branches remind me that it will be the end of the year. Chinese New year, a plain and full of joy and happiness of the word, it has been hindering the complex of home, the thoughts of relatives and friends; attached to the children's full expectations, distant people facing the distance of sadness and urgency, and the longing to look out in front of the home; it hooks up the peace and quiet in the memory, and every gentle blooming face in every period of time, night and day. No matter it is young, covered with the dust of the years, or has been covered with wrinkles; no matter where, no matter how far.

We are the pillars of the family that are beautiful and warm at the bottom of our hearts, and the happiness of the family hangs on our faces. In the end of the year, we went back to them and let them look at our tiny growth with loving eyes and touch our brilliant appearance with their own hands. Also bring the present well-being to the deceased ancestors, no matter what we have rowed in time is down-and-out or brilliant.

So New Year's Eve's evening, we are all going to the deceased ancestors' graves to clean up weeds, worship and prepare for the New year. New Year's Eve one year, my father drank too much, delayed the time to go to the grave, quarreled with my grandfather, and disobeyed so violently, and then at 10:00 in the evening, my father hit the flashlight and told me to climb into the snow-covered mountain. I stood in front of my grandmother's grave and spoke quietly. I don't remember what I said. I only know that my father said it for a long time. Grandma left early, and Grandpa was alone all the time. Father is the boss, a little more than 20 to pick up half of the family, in the dark snow against the candlelight, I can not see my father's expression, but silently accompany my father to miss the closest relatives I have never met. From my mother's memories, my grandfather's memory, my father's silence, slowly outlined a gentle and kind face in my mind, grandma seemed to be loving looking at me behind my father, calmly listening to the quiet monologue of a strong man in front of the snow grave. This strong man named Jinsong, in my tender heart at the beginning, he was a towering tree that propped up the sky for me and shielded me from all the rain. So no matter whether the past years are hard or poor, I can study and play carefree under his wordless guard. Be a good student at school, be a good boy at home, can occasionally be naughty and capricious, and when you are so serious and simple, what you look forward to most when you are a child is the Chinese New year, because you can go to the streets to see a town that has never been so lively and jubilant, and you can go through all kinds of shops to buy New year's goods with your parents in high spirits, and you can buy one or two good-looking new clothes in the year when the family is a little better off. You can beg your mother all day long to open the locked mahogany box and give it to one or two peanut candies and Qiao cakes, and you can unscrupulously pick up the meat in the bowl when you eat, without fear that your mother will say that the guests have nothing to eat. You can go to faraway places to visit relatives. Full of novelty, at 11:00 in the evening, I ran to the edge of the field with a group of children to see the roaring train, such nonsense and joy. The whistle that pierced the night sky in the glimmer of light was long and beautiful.

But at that time, the most worrying thing was to go to the homes of relatives who were a little farther away, because sometimes we had to transfer to China bus twice, waiting for a car that would come for a long time, walking and stopping on the dusty road, and we could still be jammed if we couldn't squeeze it. The road is very bumpy, the car is noisy and crowded, crowded with a car of excitement and joy. At that time, most of the families in the countryside were hard and poor, and what they squeezed together was simple and clean, laughing, talking loudly, praising and proud of the loveliness of the children, and then the car was bumpy, laughed, cursed, and Ai Yousheng squeezed into a lively love of the country.

The feeling of the hometown flows into the poet's artistic conception, the feeling of the hometown flows into the poet's artistic conception, the Spring Festival, the most beautiful time of the year, but not every year, can be spent together, especially in that poor era, away from home, just to warm the family overlooking that night, the old and small are well, is warm.

So, in my impression of the earliest Spring Festival, I saw in my mother's gentle smile that when I was young, whether my mother was washing clothes or choosing food, I liked to lie on her soft back and put my arm around her neck. I listened to her talk about the past: my sister was two years older than me, and I could only hold it in my hand. My father didn't come back from other provinces. My mother took one hand and hugged another to visit her grandmother in the early morning of the second day of the Lunar New year. There are more than 20 miles of mountain road, each time less than half of the grandfather came to pick up, carrying a pair of baskets, and then my sister and I sat alone, so warm and harmonious: on the winding mountain road, an old man was carrying a pair of baskets. while sitting a quiet child, the young mother looked at the child while chatting with her father. Such a picture, quiet and continuous, moisten the eyes of this mother and son. Mother lowered her head and smiled and slightly forgot the movements on her hands. I looked at my mother's side face and was branded with this two pictures that could not be lost in my young heart, one was ink and the other was a sketch, which was beautiful and shallow together.

Mother recovered from a short pause, looked back and posted my clever face in this beauty, and then continued that it would be much more convenient for my father to celebrate the Spring Festival at home, and that a big Phoenix bike could just fill our family of four. full of our crowded happiness in the wind, in another slightly wider country road, reaching for the freshness of the pavement, humming gold in the expired youth along the way. Sniffing my mother's long hair, in fact, I was a little older at that time, so crisp with fragmentary and vaguely memories, completing the picture from my mother's words, like an old picture of green time, in front of my mother's transparent heart window, she took me to see it over and over again.

Now the Phoenix bike does not know where it has gone, and the potholed country road has now become a wide concrete floor. only the old songs at that time can be heard in my mother's light hum, warm and clear.

In this bustling world of material desires, in this era of rapid development of traffic information, time is far away and memory is shallow. In the more and more hurried season, when we sigh that the flavor of the New year is getting lighter and lighter, we might as well try to calm down the impetuosity in our hearts, slow down the pace of life, and seriously walk through the streets or pastoral trails that have been walked. step on the thoughts floating down in the fallen leaves, pursue the quiet or cheerful footprints of the past, and aftertaste the pure and beautiful bits of the past, you will find The flavor of the New year is soaked in front of the sunny old house with a cup of tea planted by my mother, a New year meal arranged by my father at the time of sunset, in the Spring Festival Gala of several generations, in the excitement of guests, and in the gorgeous Teng of fireworks, counting the past no matter plain or bumpy journey, your warm harvest, give your family a happy answer paper, look forward to a new beauty for the future. In fact, what we want is that simple; plain, round and round, so that time is safe and sound, may the years be in good health. Regardless of the rotation of time and the changes of the environment, we painstakingly depict those beautiful pictures and plant elegant feelings in the gentle years, there is always some joy worth cherishing, and there are always some stories worth remembering for a lifetime; the eagerness of the children in front of the house and the longing of the adults are the constant themes in the endless fleeting years.

Chinese New year those things, always gentle time, beautiful memories.

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