Afterglow
"Carrot Mimi sweet, see see to see to new year's day." New Year is really fun, carrots fried quack! "Every time I go to the canteen to eat and see the carrots fried back into the pot, I can't help but think of this childhood nursery rhyme.
Carrots are red and bright, so they are also called "carrots". It is precisely because the fiery and transparent material of the carrot and the exquisite jade posture are highly in line with the red elements of Chinese culture, so Chinese have a special feeling for it.
The unique genes and characteristics of carrots themselves, "red" and "sweet", just fit people's beautiful hopes for the "New Year". Therefore, every year in the cold winter month, starting from eating "carrots fried and gaga", a red-hot, sweet and sweet spring season officially kicked off.
In the southern countryside, whenever the Waxing Moon enters, every household begins to kill pigs, eating planed soup on wheels, and then busy filling sausages, bacon, marinating pig heads, roasting pig's trotters, brewing rice wine, pushing tangyuan, sweeping and cleaning, offering stove gods, preparing New Year goods... A faction of wind and fire, preparing for the New Year.
"Carrot stir-fried gaga" is a must-have dish at the "shaved soup feast". On each family's "planing soup banquet", the most eye-catching in the center of the table is always a big bowl of carrots fried back into the pot meat, the ruddy carrot slices, the green garlic seedlings, the white tender native pork, the color and flavor are beautiful, and it is very mouth-watering to see, not to mention eating fat and not greasy, fragrant and soft and sweet, can't help but make people's appetite increase sharply, and the appetite is wide open.
At this time, no matter which house you walk into, look up, on the hook of the fire pond, on the beam of the stove room, on the purlin of the hall house, a string, a piece, a strip, a piece, a piece, a lump, a lump, everywhere hanging is yellow entropy entropy, golden cancan, red Xuanxuan, black slippery, black tarpon, oil-soaked wax goods, there are wax pork, pork chops, wax pig heads, wax pig feet, wax pig ears, wax pig tongue, wax pig heart, wax pig loin, wax pork liver, wax pork belly, wax sausage, etc., everything, everything, everything, everything. The air is filled with the smell of smoke with a thick smell of wax.
On the tile houses, on the roof of the hut, next to the firewood house, next to the courtyard dam, there is green smoke rising everywhere. The smoke was wrapped in pine branches, cypresses, incense sticks, orange strips, straw smoke, mixed with the aroma of fennel, cinnamon, pepper, thick, thick, intertwined into a wisp of indissoluble nostalgia, dangling over the village, with unlimited expectations for the New Year.
At this time, there are often flocks of pigeons flying up and down the village, "hissing", "buzzing", "humming", "whining", "whining", melodious pigeon whistles suddenly high and low, far and near, strong and weak, as if from the divine charm of heaven, the aftersound is around the beam, people are fascinated, just like the prelude special for the New Year's song. Perhaps the "strangers" who returned to the village came in and out a lot, and the barking of the dogs of "Wang, Wang" came from the mouth of the village from time to time, one after another. In the chicken coop, by the hut, next to the firewood pile, the mulberry trees, "oh, oh, oh", "cluck, cluck", a chicken chirps one after another, singing and singing, converging into a grand symphony. The originally lonely mountain village suddenly boiled up.
At this time, no matter where you go, the hospitable host will run to the vegetable field and pull out a few carrots, remove the green radish tassels, shake off the sediment on it, gently rinse with water, reveal the bright and rosy carrots, wash the carrots into the pot and cook them into five minutes, then cut into slices, and then take a knife of bacon from the wall, wash and slice, put the red carrot slices and golden bacon slices into the iron pot and stir-fry them together until fragrant, and then put them into a large plate and bring them to the table to entertain guests. The hospitality is not inferior to the beauty of the dragon's liver, which is mouth-watering, and you can drink as much as you want.
In the usually cold and deserted countryside, there are gradually more and more people, and even more and more, more and more crowded. The villagers returned from working all over the country and returned to their hometowns one after another, and "rushing to the scene" has become a nostalgic complex that they cannot abandon. Blind dates, friends, new year goods, looking for the boss to check out... From the end to the upper field, from the old street to the new street, bustling around, as if looking, searching, exploring, tracking... Memories of the past fill every corner of the horn.
The teahouse and tavern are full of people, or talk loudly, or whisper, or talk, or talk, or half swallow and half vomit, and the local tone does not change. On both sides of the market, all kinds of New Year goods are piled up. The most eye-catching is also the shop that sells red New Year goods, on the walls, counters, shelves, everywhere are full of red couplets, gilded blessing characters, fiery red lanterns, bright Chinese knots, as well as a variety of New Year paintings, window stickers, red envelopes, etc., full of Spring Festival goods, dazzling, dazzling, the owner sent away a batch of customers, and ushered in a batch of new customers, busy and happy, a face is smiling. Spring Festival commodity fairs, Spring Flower Fairs, Spring Festival Lantern Festivals, Spring Festival Food Fairs and other activities are also being carried out in various places.
People from afar rushed to their hometowns one by one like forgetting their souls, planes and flights, trains increased frequency, ships were crowded, light rail subways were delayed, bus rentals kept shuttling between urban and rural areas, and private cars on the highway were lined up in a long line... The Spring Festival is getting more and more tense every day, the original day and night hustle and bustle of the city, but there are fewer and fewer people, cars are getting thinner and thinner, half of the city seems to be idle...
The children also played crazy, and they had to put down their heavy school bags and return to their mother-in-law and grandfather, grandfather and grandmother, and waited for the New Year. Just finished eating the planing soup, and waited to eat Lapa Porridge, after eating Lapa Porridge and looking forward to the Small Year, Chinese New Year's Eve, Over the New Year, over the Lantern Festival, looking forward to wearing new clothes, new pants, new shoes, new school bags, looking forward to every meal to eat delicious and spicy, looking forward to the New Year to receive a stack of large red envelopes... What a happy look forward to that! They jumped, sang, and danced, like free and cheerful birds soaring happily, like beautiful flowers blooming beautifully.
Usually, eat meat once a month, and even, if you can't eat it several times a year, you wait until the New Year to buy some meat for the New Year. So long without eating meat, wait! Looking forward to the New Year, I am very happy when I arrive, because I can finally eat some delicious food, and I still eat very fragrant and sweet.
In the past, people only bought one piece of clothing a year, and now people buy it as long as they like it all year round, and even the clothes they buy are obsolete without even losing the label on it. In the look at the trash can, to drop the whole white steamed bun. When the living conditions are better, you will not feel the taste of the past.
The Spring Festival homecoming reunion is a traditional festival for the Chinese people. It is also a beautiful time to miss your loved ones after a long time away from home. That was the case in the past, and it remains the same now.
Do you miss the "taste of the year" when you were a child?