The end of the year, the cold winter waxing moon.
In the middle of the wax plum blossoms,
In the cold season,
The end of the year has come, and the new year is approaching,
The street lights for home were also lit one by one.
As the old saying goes, "After the eighth year is the year." ”
After entering the Waxing Moon, everything steamed up.
People who are outside look forward to returning home, and people who are at home look forward to returning to others.
As soon as you enter the Waxing Moon, you can feel the taste of the New Year,
Day by day, it gradually becomes more and more mellow, making people not drunk.
After drunkenness, homesickness is stronger, and it seems that the aroma is smelled between the hazy,
Swimming in the air, invisible, untouchable,
But I know, it's been there.
If the annual taste of this waxing moon is figurative,
It is the aroma that splits in two,
A plum fragrance, poetic romance,
The second flavor is fragrant and touches the taste buds.
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Wax moon, wax plum fragrance
Wax plums bloom in the waxing moon, but they are not plums,
Li Shizhen said in the Compendium of Materia Medica:
"This thing is not a plum,
Because it is similar to plum at the same time, the incense is similar,
The color resembles beeswax, hence the name. ”
In the cold winter months,
The grass, trees, flowers and leaves outside the window are all withered and scattered.
And the wax plum blossoms bloom just right,
If the sun shines, it will warm the sun with yellow petals;
If the snow is full of snow, it will be lined with cold flowers,
It emits a refreshing floral fragrance.
I saw a story,
The protagonist often spends his spare time in the winter,
Cut dozens of wax plums and pull them into town to sell.
From selling vegetables to selling flowers, from life to poetry,
The peasants in the mountains are more romantic than many Wenqing.
But the children did not understand this romance, and often advised him to live in the city,
He smelled the flowers and waved his hand again:
"Who says the city is good?" It's not fragrant in town! ”
Maybe this old man,
Stubbornly trying to keep this poetic taste of the year.
With this fragrance as faith,
Make a pact with the sons and daughters of the city:
Every year, remember to go home.
Back there it wasn't fashionable enough, it wasn't clean enough,
But it is a collection of old houses where the family rejoices.
It is surrounded by the fragrance of wax plum blossoms, like a boundary,
When you enter it, you can go back in time.
At that time, the children had not yet grown up, and they were still in their prime,
The family rejoices,
Lively, in the fragrance of flowers,
It's been a cold winter month after a month.
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Wax moon, there is a wax flavor
In the twelve months of the lunar calendar,
Wax moon is the most lifelike.
People since the beginning of the Waxing Moon,
Start to be lively and lively to prepare for the New Year,
A variety of flavors and foods were prepared early.
The I Ching records:
"Ene is in the yang and burning in the fire, and bacon is called bacon."
Ene in the sun, dried in the sun,
Burn in the fire and smoke in flames.
Fresh pork to fatten and lean,
Wash the casings with water and put them in the minced meat,
Make sausages and hang them on the balcony.
Put it in a steamer before eating,
Steamed thoroughly, cut diagonally into slices,
Bite after bite, no matter how much you eat, you won't get tired.
Still fresh pork,
Cut into long, moderately wide strips of meat,
Rub with dry sautéed salt and peppercorns,
Press into the jar and marinate for a few days.
Then burn the pine branches out of the smoke, hang and smoke,
Droop to a ventilated area to dry.
When eaten, cut into slices of meat and sauté with vegetables,
The unique smoky aroma of bacon is integrated into the dish,
More flavorful than fresh meat.
Originally invented for the purpose of convenience of preservation,
In today's era, it has become a remembrance of the taste of the year.
As if in the waxing moon, if there is less of this taste of wax,
The taste of the year is much lighter.
The age of the prevalence of ritualism, the fireworks of the world,
More and more become people's pursuit.
And the smoky wax-flavored fireworks can most soothe people's hearts.
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The taste of the year is the taste of home
Life is half fireworks, half poetry.
In the life of the Waxing Moon,
This abstract vocabulary has a concrete,
Fireworks are waxy, poetic is wax plum.
Wax plum is a poetic letter,
The winter wind is the messenger,
Blow the thoughts of home to the tip of your nose.
That wisp of wax plum fragrance, dyed a thousand miles of wind and frost,
Nature is cold.
In the cold, but there is its own temperature,
Conveying thoughts thousands of miles away,
Remind the busy wanderer,
The wax plum has bloomed, and the day of return is approaching.
Also soothe the weary traveler,
The wax plums are opened, and the wax flavor in the home is ready.
Lawei is a fervent expectation,
Parents at home are busy early,
In the process of curing the sausage bacon,
I often look out the window, hoping for the early return of the wanderer.
It is also a growing longing,
The calendar is torn off page by page,
The return to the hometown is getting closer and closer, but it is becoming more and more timid.
But on the day I go home, all the hesitation and anxiety,
Turn into a joyous urgency.
Like a year of troubles,
As the exhaust of the car blows in the wind.
All that remains in the car is the anticipation of that mouthful of wax,
Nostalgia for that old house.
The new year flavor is wax plum fragrance, but also the wax flavor incense,
Floral fragrance and meat aroma blend together,
Melted into Chinese unique Flavor of the Year.
That's the smell of coming home.
It is the expectation and busyness of parents,
It is the wanderer's thoughts and wheels.
Chinese why will wax the moon
Considered the most important month?
Because of reunion, because of thoughts,
Because I went home after a year of nagging,
There is finally hope.
Waxing moon is the month of resignation,
Say goodbye to the past, do not remember the past;
It is also the new month,
Embracing the new life, the road ahead can be expected.
May your waxing moon,
Fireworks are heart-warming and often poetic;
Peace and joy, there is always reunion.
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