Always at the time of the New Year, I think of the past, remember what I have walked, and there have been years about the year.
I remember when I was young, my father always prepared jujube steamed buns early and pasted them with the god of wealth. As for the New Year paintings, my grandmother's family posted a big fat boy holding a big fish, while my family pasted an ancient lady picture. Even the bowl used is the pattern of Fulu Shouki.
Chinese New Year's Eve night, the whole family sat together, wrapped in three freshly stuffed dumplings, and there were coins in them, and my father told me to be careful when eating, and not to eat the money in my stomach. He also told me that whoever eats more money means who has more money. I want to eat more, but one is that my stomach is small, and the other is that I don't like to eat dumplings. So every year it was the father who ate the most money. In this way, while watching the party, I made dumplings until 12 o'clock. Then I would give my family a New Year's greeting and kowtow.
In the first year of junior high school, a family of three went to grandpa's house. Although my grandparents were very bad to us, every year my father insisted on going.
Grandpa's family is small and not lively enough. Coupled with the fact that Grandma and Aunt are very fake, people don't like it. At a young age, I could see everything.
At my grandmother's house, it was a different scene, a big family was bustling with laughter and joy. Play poker, play mahjong, the aroma in the kitchen, the family is happy. I didn't want to go home, so I stayed there all the time.
Today the unit is on duty, but the heart, has already flown to my grandmother's house, I really want to know what they are doing, is it early dinner, or is it playing mahjong? Have you talked about the past and the present, have you drunk two large boxes of beer, and smiled just thinking about it?
