A lifetime of nostalgia, a lifetime of watchfulness from the urgent expectation before the festival, to the celebration of the festival, and then to the post-festival packing of the yiyi farewell. The mood also ranges from anticipation, joy, calm, and then to sighing. year

A lifetime of nostalgia, a lifetime of watchfulness

From the urgent anticipation before the festival, to the celebration of the festival, to the farewell of packing your bags after the festival. The mood also ranges from anticipation, joy, calm, and then to sighing.

The years change, year after year. The joy of the festival, the return after the festival. The children rejoiced, the adults sighed, the different shades of the past, starting with the sound of firecrackers, to the wind and rain to see the things running.

Once upon a time, going home for the New Year was a ticket. Squeeze into the rickety bus, carry a large bag, carry homesickness, filled with nostalgia, and eager to return.

Nowadays, speeding trains, fast planes, fast private cars... All kinds of transportation, convenient and fast. Returnees, stepping on the spring mud, facing the spring light, striding forward, returning to their hearts like arrows.

Hometown, is the green wall white tiles, is the old house puppy, is the big banyan tree, persimmon tree, is full of golden rice, is to listen to the sound of frogs a piece of rice fragrance ... Every grass and tree, a mountain and a water, a autumn and a leaf, are all warm memories and a strong local atmosphere.

Today, under the bridge in front of the gate, there are rows of high-rise buildings, layered on top of each other. The changes in the hometown are changing with each passing day, and only the memory will never fade.

Mother, the same old craft. Sauerkraut stuffed dumplings, a bowl of piping hot dumplings, pickled with aged vinegar, thin skin and thick filling, mouth full of bursting juice, delicious and pleasant.

At the head of the village, there are long queues waiting for popcorn. The exhaust fan is whistling, the dry wood and fire are burning, the stove and the rice grains are rolling with passion, and in a loud "bang" sound, the white flowered rice blossoms burst out of the furnace. The most delicious traditional delicacies of the New Year, the rice blossoms, are crispy and delicious.

New Year's Eve, the second day of the New Year to return to the mother's home, the New Year is essential. A chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat doll. Visit relatives and friends, eat and drink. Native chicken and duck are the most generous hospitality of the Zhuang family to the guests. A sumptuous family feast, so that the relatives eat well and drink well, is the best blessing for the festival.

Falling snow, snow mega year. When I woke up, the snow was white, wrapped in silver trees, and the eyes were snow-white. Snowball fights, building snowmen, snowballing, we ran and frolicked in the snow... Can't go back to the childhood, can't get to the past, the beauty is still yesterday...

We will eventually drift apart. Pack your bags and walk in all directions. Hometown has become a distant place. In the wind and rain, another year; in the village, another parting. Hurry up when you come, don't be in a hurry. In the journey of life, you and I are both passers-by.

The countryside, the long journey again and again, the homesickness of a lifetime.

The countryside, looking back again and again, watching for a lifetime.

There is you in the dream. Zhuangxiang, come on!