Li You's manuscript 丨 "Those Long Years of Taste" - Japanese Wind

Those old tastes

Text/And wind

Near, near. Tomorrow is the new year, and the day after tomorrow is a new year. Year after year, in this kind of new and old replacement... The years before the age of twelve are the most fresh and memorable. As the New Year follows, the flavor of "Year" on the Internet is getting stronger and stronger, and last night I followed this information through a childhood.

I was six years old. On the twenty-eighth day of the waxing moon, a cold day. In the morning, I came back from playing outside and saw my father making a small wooden cart, and even the wheels were made of wood. I asked, "What's the use of it?" The father smiled mysteriously and replied, "Tomorrow you will know." "Because at that time, it was only me and my eldest brother, and after dinner, my mother did not arrange any tasks, and my eldest brother and I went out to play again."

When we came home at night, we saw a rabbit-like bamboo basket model lying on the ground, and because it was too sleepy for me to appreciate, I fell asleep.

The next morning I was awakened by the sound of whirring in the room, opened my eyes and looked, wow! Such a cute little white rabbit, with long ears, and her mother also drew her lips with the red paste she used to steam the buns. When my eldest brother saw that I was awake, he pulled the cute rabbit to my bed and said, "Get up and play!" sister! ”

By the evening of thirty, Chinese New Year's Eve had eaten. My father helped us light candles and put them in the middle of the planks. In an instant, the little rabbit obediently became more brilliant, shaking and shaking with us to go out to find partners. After playing for less than half an hour the candles were gone, and we went home to find the adults. It turned out that the family had no money to buy candles, and the half-cut was made by dissolving several residual candles that my father saved when he was playing with the dragon last year.

To make us happy, my father nailed three more small nails in the center of the template and put the kerosene lamp at home in the middle. ah! A black plume of smoke came straight up, scorching the scenery. I walked farther away and didn't follow my brother closely. Maybe it was in a hurry to find his friends, the younger brother ran too fast, the rabbit turned over, the kerosene lamp fell, and the rabbit turned into a fireball... The little wooden cart that remained played for several more years.

I was seven years old, and it was also the twenty-ninth year. The second brother was born more than twenty days ago. On New Year's Day afternoon, Grandma and aunt tied a sturdy swing to the walnut tree in front of the door. From the afternoon of the New Year to the fifth day of the first lunar month, every day there was a long line of people in front of my house playing on the swing, and I sat on the threshold to watch them play. Occasionally I hear my mother call me, pour her a glass of water or help her bake a diaper.

When there are few people, those who will not play on the swing will beg me to help him (her) push. I am small, and the height of the push is often not up to the satisfaction of others, and I will be complained about. Whenever my mother heard me at this time, my mother would call me back to the house to play, and when the people who played the swing at noon came home to eat lunch and no one, I would carefully climb on the swing frame and sit quietly for a while to enjoy it.

I was nine years old. I know how to appreciate beauty. There were no big red lanterns hanging high in our house, and my father only pulled an electric lamp to hang on the door. After eating Chinese New Year's Eve meal, the eldest brother chased the cannon and picked the squibs one by one, and I admired the beautiful patterns and couplets on the lanterns of the people one by one. I was fascinated by the vivid patterns on the lantern, and my head turned and turned with the lantern, and I didn't feel a little chill.

Later, I found out that the most beautiful pattern came from the hand of a grandfather Zhang in the neighboring group, and when I saw him again, I would always look at him more, and I was very envious. I saw that this grandfather had a look different from others on his face, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his handsome and thin face. I suppose everything in front of him was beautiful in his eyes.

I was eleven years old. According to the custom of previous years, from the twelfth night onwards, my father would perform in various groups with the village lights, and my father's task was to be in charge of the dragon head of the dragon lantern team.

Fifteenth this night was performed in the village, I want to enjoy my father's style, and I have been following the dragon lantern team through the village. I saw that the seventy or eighty pounds of dragon heads were like swimming in the gushing water under my father's control, and it seemed to fly randomly in the air, which dazzled me.

I was very excited, that night I kept seeing the bright lights, and I picked a big pink flower on the flower boat and took it home to hang on the bed for my sister to enjoy.

I was twelve years old. My father's new house was built, and this big year was the one I remember most vividly. When I woke up in the morning, a fragrance that I had never smelled before came to my nose. Hurrying to get dressed, I came to the hall, only to see the brazier burning vigorously, a casserole steaming, and the original fragrance wafted out of it.

My father came back from outside with carrots and garlic seedlings grown at home. I quickly took them and chopped them up and stewed them in a casserole dish according to my father's orders. It turns out that the casserole is stewed with chicken! At noon, my father wanted to celebrate his new year, and he asked his father to spend it with his milk.

When it was time to eat, my father solemnly lit three sticks of incense, prayed three times to the middle hall of the hall, inserted them in the ascension (temporary incense burner), and burned a frame.

The middle hall was written by Uncle Zhang, who asked our village to play movies. In the center of the red paper in the middle hall were written several large characters: "Heaven and Earth Emperor's Master's Seat". After the ceremony, Grandma and Daddy sat down with their backs to the nave, and our sisters sat around and gave Grandma and Father a piece of chicken first. Although it has not yet been spoken, it is judged by the fragrance that it is the most delicious thing on the table.

In the evening, my father, eldest brother, and I had Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with my grandmother's house. Before eating Chinese New Year's Eve meal, Daddy also burned incense, representing the family to pay homage to heaven and earth, ancestors and teachers. During the banquet, Dad said that in addition to heaven and earth and ancestors, the ancients respected the teacher very much. Say to me, "You study well, and it's still good for a female doll to grow up to be a teacher." When cadres still have to go to the mountains and go to the countryside, you are weak and unsuitable. "Listening to my father's encouragement, I secretly worked hard, and my academic performance was quite OK."

Decades ago, the Chinese New Year's Eve rice, although there are not as many dishes as now, but the mouth is full of New Year's flavor.

In the past New Year, the family put on the most beautiful clothes, their hair was neatly combed, and they always went from village to village, always exuding a festive spirit. But I don't know when it started, and the taste of the year began to become weaker and weaker. Traditional folklore was gradually forgotten, and those happy times were left behind in that era.

Change into new clothes, eat meat, paste couplets, set off firecrackers, watch the lanterns hand in hand... This is the most anticipated thing for the Spring Festival when we were young, and today it seems that these things have been forgotten by people.

Life is getting better and better, but that happiness is getting farther and farther away from us. When I was a child, I laughed when I cried and cried, and when I grew up, I laughed and laughed and cried.

I miss those "years" that can never go back!