Taste of the year
I don't know when, the Spring Festival has quietly lost its taste in my heart. The only thing I was looking forward to was a brief reunion with my distant family. However, the epidemic in the past two years has been like a demon wind, blowing away the only remnants of my Spring Festival. Flipping through each old photo seems to form a set of keys, instantly activating the taste of that era that is deeply in the mind.
In memory, after the Eighth Festival, the taste of the New Year began to slowly become thicker, in order to prepare for this year, the whole family began to get busy, the mother would first steam several drawers of large and white steamed steamed buns frozen in the courtyard to make reserves for the New Year. Then start all kinds of fried, fried twist, croquettes, fried broad beans, fried tofu, fried hemp leaves, fried steamed buns. My mother was busy frying, and I was busy tasting all kinds of delicacies that had just come out of the pot, shouting hot in my mouth, and telling my mother that it was cooked and cooked. (Fried steamed buns, picture excerpted from the Internet)
Fried buns
Cleaning the house is also an indispensable process a few years ago, the mother wrapped her head in a towel, tore off the old New Year paintings in the house, used a broom to clean the dust of the house, and then used a brush to dip the paint to paint the wall, and finally wiped the glass and cleaned the floor. As little helpers, my sister and I would follow our mother all day. (The appearance of the home can only be recalled from this photo.) A black-and-white TV on the sewing machine, red bricks on the floor, on the windowsill, large red cabinets, white ceramic toothbrush jars)
As you approach the end of the year, it is also essential to buy New Year goods. In the mine, most of the residents are in no order on the hillside, there is no transportation can be directly, the purchase of large New Year goods can only rely on the father to carry or pick, as a fart worm I, my hands will also be some New Year paintings, candy, firecrackers, red paper and other lightweight items dropped and pulled, memory, that era of the New Year painting is more popular rich dolls, Chairman Mao's head. My father would cut the red paper he bought with thread into the size of a couplet, and instructed me to send it to a neighbor who could write brush letters and ask the neighbors to help write the Spring League. (The picture is excerpted from the Internet, I don't understand why it was more popular in that era to put on rich dolls)
After the Waxing Moon, our friends began to live every day with our fingers, in that era of economic poverty and material deprivation, looking forward to the New Year, that is, looking forward to eating sweet candy, tasting a few delicious dishes, putting on a new dress, and lighting a few loud cannonballs.
The night before Chinese New Year's Eve, I would put the new clothes that I had tried on several times neatly stacked next to the pillow, and the next morning I would jump out of the bed early, my father was already busy in the courtyard pasting couplets, using charcoal blocks to build a fire, I would hurriedly put on new clothes, and then put a few pieces of fruit candy in my pants pocket, holding a few scattered earth red cannonballs and friends to start the day's walking. In memory, once the New Year's mother bought a pair of legendary leather shoes, the leather shoes were frozen by the cold winter, put on it for a day, the feet were tortured and bloodied, now looking back, it is painful and happy.
Chinese New Year's Eve Chinese New Year's Eve meal, the family sat cross-legged around the mahogany square table on the kangtou, tasting delicious food, drinking sweet high orange drinks, and never forgetting the appearance of being embarrassed by the delicious belly this night. (Image from the Internet)
Chinese New Year's Eve at night, when it is almost 12:00, each family adds firewood to light a fire, and the father will often prepare a bottle of diesel in advance, and pour the diesel fuel on the carbon fire when the fire is lit, and the flame will rise immediately, implying that the whole family will be on fire in the coming year. At 12:00, the sound of firecrackers began to rise and fall, and although the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, people's faces were filled with happy smiles. This smile is an affirmation of the harvest of the past year and a beautiful vision of the year ahead.
This is my nianwei memory
(The fire in memory is lit before 12:00 on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, and the charcoal fire can generally be burned until the next day)