On February 11, at 6:00 a.m., the sound of firecrackers was deafening. My daughter woke up from her deep sleep, reflexively hugged me, and shrunk her head into the bed. So it's safe. Five o'clock a rush

On February 11, at 6:00 a.m., the sound of firecrackers was deafening.

My daughter woke up from her deep sleep, reflexively hugged me, and shrunk her head into the bed. So it's safe.

At five o'clock, a rush to open the door came from the ear. I thought it was a colleague who had come from home. Colleagues from all over the world, the road is far away, they set off during the day, through day and night, usually arriving at the dormitory late at night or early in the morning.

A colleague came over at two o'clock in the morning last night. I greeted them and said they had arrived early. Xiao Chen said that his parents were going to start work there, and they came together. He said to come early and rest and pack. Then get ready for work.

They went to the factory on the 10th. Construction began on the 12th. After taking a break in the factory, eating and drinking enough, the family of three said to leave and drove to Taishun to soak in the hot springs. Didn't return overnight.

I kicked the little kid's dad's quilt. Whispering softly, the boss is back, so early to play firecrackers, probably this hour is auspicious. The child's father listened to me and didn't say anything.

I used to scoff at these traditional customs and etiquette in my bones, and now I am beginning to be in awe with the arrival of the year of establishment.

It is the first time that the work will start tomorrow, but today firecrackers.

Those who do business pay attention to feng shui hours and so on.

And when playing firecrackers, the factory door must be as open as possible. I don't understand these implications. But I began to pray and accept such a ritual, and to send out wishes.

At 6:30, the father of the child gets up to wash up. He was the first to get up since the New Year. After a busy, busy, open the door and go out.

The daughter turned over and she woke up too. We were still hiding in the covers. The quilt was soft and warm, and we silently snuggled up to each other.

The sound of the door closing was heard downstairs. The heavy sound of a factory iron door.

Firecrackers rose and fell from near and far.

Maybe today is a good day.

After more than half an hour of hiccups, everything returned to the silence that should have been in the morning.