When I was a child, the year was my year's expectation, too lively. At that time, there was no online shopping, no home delivery, and every New Year's goods needed to be selected at their own market. Drank the wax

When I was a child, the year was my year's expectation, too lively. At that time, there was no online shopping, no home delivery, and every New Year's goods needed to be selected at their own market.

After drinking Laba porridge, the year is coming, every day I yearn for good food and fun, this nursery rhyme records my memory:

Children and children, don't be hungry, after the eighth is the year;

Lapa porridge, drink for a few days, mile and mile la la la twenty-three;

Twenty-three, sugar melon sticky;

Twenty-four, the day of sweeping the house;

Twenty-five, frozen tofu;

Twenty-six, stewed pork;

Twenty-seven, slaughtering roosters;

Twenty-eight, put the face hair;

Twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns;

Stay up for thirty nights,

The first and second days of the first and second grades are full of streets.

Modern people live fast-paced, and the rituals about the New Year are becoming more and more streamlined, so that children's expectations for the Spring Festival have been streamlined. Without the sense of ceremony, the festival no longer looks like a festival, and the taste of the new year has become more and more faint.

Does anyone remember such a scene?