 Leave the past behind for the rest of your time Text/Wang Aiju (Zoucheng, Shandong) After the New Year's Day, entering the Waxing Moon, the taste of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger. Walking on the street, only to see more and more people busy in small pockets, perhaps infected by people's "busy years", I also thought about what else needs to be added to the home, this year's Spring Festival theme should not come to something different from previous years "creativity"? Thinking of this, my heart was quite excited, and my pace unconsciously accelerated. As soon as I entered the door, my son raised the shopping bag in his hand and looked at me playfully. It is the first time that a child is so old that he has such a move, and this must have something to do with me. Curious, I stepped forward and took it by the hand. scold! A caramel-colored double-sided cashmere jacket, still the latest version this winter. While praising himself, my son urged me to try it quickly and see if it fit. I was secretly happy in my heart that my son was sensible and warm-hearted, but my mouth was still full of anger at him: My mother has too many clothes, what is the purpose of spending money indiscriminately. The son giggled: Mom forgot that from childhood to adulthood, every Spring Festival is you buying me new clothes, no matter what the economic conditions are. Now that I'm older and earning money, we'll all wear new clothes for the New Year. Yes! As a born in the early seventies of the last century, the family economic conditions at that time were poor, each family was barely able to survive, not to mention that there were many brothers and sisters in my family, and I was in the middle of the line, not to mention that usually, it was the New Year's wear that was slightly counted as a new dress, and it was also my mother who stayed up late at night under the kerosene lamp, cut and changed the old clothes worn by my sister, and then sewed by hand to add a circle of curls, which was a new clothes for the New Year. One day, in order to put on new clothes for the New Year, in order not to pick up my sister's leftovers, while my mother went to work in the team, I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, turned over a piece of cloth at the bottom of the mother's press box, said yellow is not yellow, white is not white, thick and hard rough kind. I secretly stroked it, no matter how much it was, a new piece of cloth. If you beg your mother to dye my favorite red and make new clothes for the New Year, it will definitely attract the envious eyes of my peers. I thought foolishly, secretly hid the fabric under the futon, and restored my upside-down box haphazardly, anxious to wait for my mother to return from work. When my mother took the cloth in my hand, she did not reprimand me, but looked at my longing eyes with pity and instructed: This cloth is ready to be dyed red, thinking that the sisters are old, first make it for the sisters to wear, and in a few years, the mother will definitely make you a new one. The mother promised. I was in tears, pitiful and aggrieved, and I didn't want to pick up the leaks my sisters had worn. The mother saw it in her eyes and hurt in her heart. However, in that era of relative economic scarcity, there were many children, and the mother could not do it. It wasn't until I became a family and became independent that I understood the difficulties of my mother. In this way, the new clothes I longed for could not be put on that Spring Festival. In the 1980s, when rural arable land was contracted to households, I was more than ten years old. At that time, every household relied on the sky to eat, facing the loess and turning its back to the sky, and the family's income was not rich. The autumn harvest in the farmland is basically busy, and every weekend, a few of our friends will meet to catch peanuts and sweet potatoes, dry them and sell them, and the income will be privately owned by us. At that time, the weekend was not like now, there was no playground, park or whatever, fishing for sweet potatoes and peanuts became a pleasure for peasant children to let themselves go, be free and happy, and save some private money. The real Spring Festival new clothes were bought at the town market. At that time, the money I sold peanuts and sweet potatoes was only enough to buy a top, and when my mother knew it, she consulted with my father, and it was going to be the New Year soon, or I would sell some peanuts and buy a new dress for Ni! Just like that, my father pulled peanuts and me out of the door with a ground row truck. It was the first time I went to town with my father to catch a market, and I got the new clothes I had dreamed of, a shirt with a deer motif embroidered on a red pocket, a pair of grass-green pants, and a pair of red and black plaid cotton shoes sewn by my aunt. How many years have passed, rural life has undergone earth-shaking changes, in addition to farming, people can innovate independently, operate independently, and their income has increased, and new clothes must be bought in the New Year. One year my father rode me to the newly built South Development Zone in the city on a bicycle, bought a body and mind suit, it was the first time in my life that I walked into the city, and saw a more colorful world of clothing, rows of new ski clothes, hats around the neck, colorful headdresses... People were haggling and smiling, and I was really dazzled. Nowadays, wearing the new clothes bought by my son, I feel a lot of emotions in my heart. In the era of large collectives, every household was similar, and food and clothing were the goals that people pursued. Now, food, clothing, housing and travel have undergone tremendous changes, people have begun to pursue fashion life, from "one clothing for many seasons" to "one season for more clothes", not only the color of clothing, a variety of brands, but also focus on personality cultivation, aesthetic awareness, green environmental protection and health care functions. Show the charm of scientific and technological innovation in the new era. Wearing new clothes is not just the luxury of the Spring Festival, buy it when you like it, and change it when you wear the old one. Even the clothes donated to the disaster areas are more than 90% new. You see, colorful clothing has become the most beautiful scenery in people's lives. I don't know when, the interior darkened, I went to the front window, thousands of lights, the decorative layout of the streets and alleys is also different day by day, the finely created street lamp pattern reflects the unique small town culture, this is another Spring Festival we are longing for, this warm atmosphere for people who have experienced the epidemic a new expectation, the winter night before the Spring Festival in 22 years, I can't help but be happy from the heart, the year is approaching! About the Author:  Author: Xi Yan, real name, Wang Aiju, Shandong Jining Zoucheng people, freelance writer, jining writers association member, jining city essay association member, jining poetry association member, one of the founders of [Zoulu Literature Society], editor. Poetic view: sending words with poetry, the bits and pieces of flexible life. (Chief Judge of this issue: Yu Yanfa) |