New Year's Eve
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An ancient and fierce monster came out of the storybook, trying to bring down a few people before the arrival of spring, and the earthly world that had been quiet for a long time suddenly became lively, pasting red couplets, setting off firecrackers, and driving this unpleasant monster back into the sea. The next morning, when I found that people were safe and my loved ones were safe, I was going to set off firecrackers to congratulate them; I also want all my relatives and friends to visit the door to see that everyone is safe and happy, and then rest assured.
I think "Nian" is a small monster, when I look at it when I was young, it looks weird. The delicate heart of the child does not know that there is something evil in the world, they pull its ears, they tug at its nose, and the year hums a nose impatiently, they still think it is cute, haha laughing. Parents give new clothes, give good food, and say to them: Stay away from the year, it will bite you. But they wore new clothes, ate good things, and still got into trouble with Nian.
The child grows up year by year, but the age is not long, and it is still a small appearance. Older children are reluctant to play with Nian, and it is a little tired to play for many years. Nian rubbed around them for a while, but also felt that it was not interesting, so he went to find other children to play, anyway, it will never lack small partners.
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"Year" is meant to pass. It was an inch of ー inch over. It's like getting a lollipop by chance when you were a kid, and licking it in a small sip, you have to lick it for a long time to finish licking it. So Nian likes to get tangled up with small children, they know its fun and cherish it.
When you are older, the lollipop will be eaten, and life does not allow a person to never grow up. A lollipop will not hold a person in childhood for long. Childhood is married, sweetness fades, and no matter how cute the year is, it has lost its former attraction. Years are like a lollipop, a childhood is licked, and now, when we talk about the year, it is like holding a lollipop without sugar.
However, the year still has to pass, or it is still necessary to pass by inch by inch. I was flustered: some people didn't have it next to each other, you see, Nian still eats people, not eating people at once, but eating people little by little. So the appearance of the little little one is deceptive, and when it smiles softly at you, part of the flesh in your body is already in its mouth.
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We thank those who walked before us for shielding us from the bite of the year, and our ancestors for blocking death for us, although in the near future it will be our turn to put our heads into its big mouth. We cannot escape this ending, the earth is vast, we will penetrate from every meridian of the earth to a certain stream of water until the sea and the eternal year meet.
After eating the New Year's dinner, under the leadership of our father, we went to the graves of our ancestors: the construction of the new countryside, several old ancestors moved together, and there were two of them combined into one, regardless of whether they would quarrel or not, of course, if they were more loving, it would be better. There are also several graves of other families side by side, and they must be rejoicing with each other and greeting each other: long time no see, good New Year! The rows of new graves in the sun are bustling and look thriving.
We burn paper money, one kowtow after another. Father knelt in front of a grave: Dad, I have come to pay you a New Year's greeting, Happy New Year. Kowtowing, firecrackers sounded.
Only Grandma's grave was somewhere else, and when we went, the wheat around it was happily pulling upwards, as if the year had not bitten them, and they were screaming with joy in the sun.
Kowtowing to grandma, I asked her: Mother-in-law, do you still recognize me? You still want to argue with me don't you?
04
First. In my opinion, only this day still looks like a year. In order not to provoke this little monster to cry its nose, we also pretended to make it happy: the face wash water did not fall on the ground, so as not to rain when doing things in our own home; Don't use scissors, or the rats will bite holes in the clothes; Don't be inferior, the curse comes out of the mouth, and the year is not smooth; Of course, you have to get up in the morning to pay a New Year's greeting to the elders, and it is secondary to press the old money, and the important thing is to be polite...
We maintained the fear of God on this day. I even felt the coming of God in these rituals, which made people's hearts move for no reason, and the loss or yearning made the heart suddenly plump, as if the years had passed and people had depended. All believers in God have His rituals, so rituals are an indispensable thing that demands on man from the inside out. I don't know who I am as a believer, except heaven and earth.
Second. My father said that water could not fall to the ground, but I washed my clothes and washed my hair: those unclean things hit my heart. So my ceremony for the year ended so hastily. It was as if Nian had only taken one look at me and then ran away with others, leaving behind a long day without ups and downs no matter how I spent.
Only at this moment, the sound of parents, brothers and sisters playing mahjong in the hall held back the year that wanted to run away.
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Fortunately, I was able to be born in this four-season Jianghan Plain. How do you feel about the arrival of the year in places where the four seasons are like spring or where the snow is all year round? After the year passes, it is spring, so the year is also the Spring Festival. The weeds everywhere had begun to prepare, when they heard the sound of firecrackers. And my body is probably the first to feel the arrival of spring, this damn biological clock.
First of all, it doesn't feel so cold at night, and the quilt is sometimes not so strict and doesn't necessarily catch a cold. And my body gave birth to a yearning for the flesh. One winter it was all asleep, and I mistakenly thought I had reached the age of forgetting desire, and it was incredible that the spring trumpet had only tried to blow, and she had responded so positively. Spring is also a season of struggle with desire.
Think about how boring it would be if there was only one season of flattening in a year. Without winter, can they be called spring? I went to Kunming, last year's Spring Festival, where the flowers are blooming brightly, of course, not new flowers, but flowers that did not bloom the previous year. I like the warmth, I like to wear a silk scarf when I do, but it feels like something is missing.
So, the year is sometimes good, it gives us hope in the endless time, although it is only repeated, but the single season is enough to make people happy.
About author:Yu Xiuhua (1976-), born in Hengdian Village, Shipai Town, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province, is a Chinese female poet. Due to the reverse birth at birth and lack of oxygen, it caused cerebral palsy, making it difficult to move and slurred in speech. In 2009, Yu Xiuhua officially began to write poetry. On January 28, 2015, Yu Xiuhua was elected as the vice chairman of the Zhongxiang Writers Association in Hubei Province. On November 1, 2016, at the award ceremony of the third "Peasant Literature Award" held in Xiangyin County, Yu Xiuhua won the special prize of the "Peasant Literature Award" and received a prize of 100,000 yuan and the same award speech as the poem. On December 6, 2018, the poetry collection "Shaky Human World" won the 7th Hubei Literature Award.
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