Text/Dong Shijun
When I was a child, I liked to catch the New Year's Fair the most, and as soon as the tail of the waxing moon ushered in a lively Annual Fair, I wore a thick cotton coat in the winter, and as long as the crowds that joined the Annual Fair would squeeze out a hot sweat. With fifty cents in my pocket, I was rich among children my age.
The thick aroma of sesame oil dumplings did not stick to my steps, although fifty cents could flatten the active worms in my stomach, and the sweet smell of green candy spilled out hooked my feet, even though fifty cents could fill a pocket. With the crowd of people finally squeezed to the beach to buy New Year paintings. The beach of the New Year painting is five or six meters long, leaning against a wall, and the height of about two meters hangs some New Year paintings with rich themes from top to bottom. In this annual collection of 1980, I bought back three new year paintings for fifty cents. One is a fat doll holding a golden carp, which is called "More than One Year in a Row", one is a painting called "Five Grains and Abundant", celebrating the joy of the grain harvest, and the other is "People Are Diligent in Spring and Early", a labor picture of spring ploughing and sowing.
The New Year painting should wait until the day of Chinese New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival, wash it clean, first clean and sweep one of the walls to the north of the house, the back of the New Year painting is smeared with a rice broom on the homemade paste, stand on a high stool, and paste the three New Year paintings horizontally. The room suddenly felt a festive and bright atmosphere, standing in front of the New Year painting, carefully examining, until the mother urged to paste the Spring Festival.
Chunlian uses big red paper, and few people in the village can pick up brushes, usually the cadres of the brigade who prepare pens and ink to summon a few people who write brush characters to the office to serve the villagers voluntarily. At that time, people did not care about what gains and losses, and usually had to eat at home for a day's meal.
Paste the Spring League is exquisite, my father pointed out that I started from the gate to paste, there is a couplet that I am still familiar with in my heart: "Heaven increases the age of people to increase life, spring is full of Qiankun and Fu full of doors", this content of the couplet will be rewritten every year, written every year, pasted every year, read every year, unconsciously has already been pasted to the door of their hearts, and how to grind in the years can not be erased.
Always replace the new peach with the old charm, the Spring Festival is pasted every year, the New Year painting in the house is reluctant to reveal the old for the new, every year when the New Year set the first thing to buy back two or three new New Year paintings, in the original New Year painting on the side of the paste, will not be tired of the old also like to welcome the new, this is the charm of the New Year painting. A few years later, the house was plastered with New Year paintings.
In the spring of 1984, electricity was installed in the village, and in the autumn, my father returned with a television set on his big golden deer bicycle. A tall wooden pole picked out the first TV signal antenna in the village, and from the day this antenna was erected, my house was never silent again, either full of adults or crowded with children, and people felt the great changes of the times in the new things. This year's Spring Festival, the house was really crowded with people, my father moved the TV set to the door of the house, and the courtyard was still crowded. This year seems to have a Spring Festival Gala, accompanied by TV programs, a courtyard of laughter and laughter enriched the year's Chinese New Year's Eve. This year's Spring Festival Gala, I was not able to watch, my father and mother did not watch, the position was given to the villagers, we sat in the house and listened to the sound of TV.
During the New Year, the mother will sit in front of the earthen stove and fry the fried fish. Fried fish is only delicious during the New Year. At that time, fried fish was not the real fried fish in the current diet life, most of them were bought back a salted fish at the New Year's market, salted white scaly fish or salted mackerel, cut into pieces, and in the flour paste, the hand grabbed a walnut-sized irregular dough wrapped in salted fish pieces and put them into the boiling hot oil pan to fry thoroughly, with fish and wheat aroma of golden yellow fried fish hungry saliva straight into the stomach to swallow, grab one can not care about the mouth, crispy inside, salty, one bite, the mother is allowed to eat up to three or four, to stay until the New Year's table. At that time, looking forward to the New Year was to eat a fragrant meal during the New Year's Festival.
Along with fried fish, it is also a cold meat dish that becomes a New Year dish. A few days ago, my father used meat tickets to buy back a large pig's head from the commune food station. The pig's head is hairy, the mother first burns a pot of hot water, puts the pig's head into it to simmer the hair, the pig hair in the folds is impure, the mother uses a red iron hook to burn, a puff of green smoke rises with the smell of burnt meat. The clean pig's head was split with an axe and taken into a large iron pot on the clay stove in the pot house, the mother pulled the bellows, the cooked pig's head was cooled and then the bones were removed, the meat was cut into a large tile basin with soup, and the appropriate amount of salt and half a bottle of soy sauce were put in, and there was no other condiment, and the night's effort was cold and solid. This large basin of cold meat ladies should be scattered in a circle, and all the relatives in the village sent a copy, and there was not much left in the end. Cut a plate on the day of the New Year, that fragrant yo feel that there is still no kind of dish fragrance that can be surpassed, after all, in that era, only the New Year can eat once a year.
Dong Shijun, a native of Yinan, Shandong. He is a member of the Chinese Prose Literature Association and the Shandong Writers Association. Since his middle school years, he has published more than 200 literary works in newspapers and periodicals at all levels, and won 46 literary essay awards such as the third prize of the "China Shandong Story" essay contest sponsored by the first Shandong Provincial Government. Published the collection of essays "Shangjia Blossoms" and the research collection "Yimeng Red Literature". Compile historical books such as "Chronicle of Shuangbei Town", "Chronicle of State-owned ForestRy Farm in Yinan County", "History of the Development of The Old Revolutionary Area of Yinan County" and other historical books.
One point no. Yimeng prose