New Year's taste | When I was a child
If someone asks me about my deepest memories of the New Year, it must be the "back to nature" sleeping three-piece set of children at my grandmother's house during the New Year.
01 stove incense
The earth stove is a unique feature of the countryside, and the firewood fire leaves a unique "fragrance". Grandma's house is a small low house, the memory of Grandma's bed is exceptionally warm, buried in the bed, the tip of the nose is mixed with the smell of slightly burnt firewood, simmered in the stove of sweet potatoes, the rice pot baked in the big iron pot, the smell of sesame oil of the New Year vegetables, the salty aroma of salty goods ... , thinking about what seems to be able to smell what kind of smell, that is a kind of grandmother's bedroom unique to the warm taste, the taste of peace, the taste of happiness.
Grandma's earth stove
02 Purr
The night in the countryside came exceptionally early, the city just began to have a wonderful nightlife time, in Grandma's house, we have long been crowded in a small bed, chatting and amusing, listening to Grandma talk about the country interesting things in the neighboring village, talking and talking, there was a one after another purring, Dad's purr like a hoe, Grandma's purr like a fish spitting bubbles, Mother's purr like a violin out of tune... Compared to being alone in a quiet bedroom, such a noisy sound is surprisingly safe.
03 Critters
The small house where the new year goods are piled up, there is always a human "old friend" --- mouse, grandma's warm quilt is a memory of happiness and satisfaction, the mouse that jumps from the head of the bed, the creak of the wood in the cabinet, is definitely the most terrifying "New Year's Gift" of childhood, the little eyes stare at the boss, scared to sleep, when you get up in the morning, complaining loudly, it will attract everyone's ridicule, but Grandma said that there are rats that represent food, and having grain is the happiest sense of security for rural people, I don't understand, only every time I stay overnight in the future, I am alert in my heart. I'm just so timid.
Grandma's little house
New Year's taste | I'm an adult
01 My stove - Grandma's palm
After many years, slowly growing up, with my grandmother for the New Year, I always did not want to stay more, disliked "small animals", disliked the bed crowded, disliked no entertainment, to this day, my grandmother is 80 years old, and I am also 30 years old, I always feel that suddenly there is a little more emotion and confusion. New Year's Sleep with My Grandmother, my feet are cold, suddenly a warmth, it is My grandmother who holds my feet, I am a little surprised, all turned into a smile on my face, yes, this treatment, is the care that Grandma can give, how simple and precious. They all say that the taste of the New Year is getting less and less, but I think it is more and more in my heart, we have floor heating, air conditioning, electric blankets, but we don't have the warmth of Grandma's hand.
02 My tranquility - nature of the countryside
Accustomed to the noisy sound of work in the city, strolling in the village during the New Year, even in the lively years, everything here is still so quiet, you can empty yourself freely, the calm river, the transparent sky, the pacing chickens... The tranquility of escaping the hustle and bustle, for me, is the comfort of escaping the city social and enjoying the taste of the New Year.
Look, there is light in the sky
There is also a sky inside the river
Chickens with freedom
03 My Joy - Fireworks Blooming
Fireworks are forbidden in the city, only sporadic guns can be heard, as if lonely and lonely, fireworks this new year's taste, now only in the countryside can feel it, strolling on the field at night, looking around the brilliant fireworks, this bustle is our gift to our hometown.
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New Year's taste | When you grow up, you know how to cherish
We have grown up, matured, a lot of childhood happiness has become the current memory, those who were discarded in the process of growing up, forgotten beauty, after all, is not to find the regret, in the words of the elders, I hope you can stay a few days, the next time you meet do not know if I am still there, always let people tears in an instant, we run in the world, in order to live to make a living, accidentally the people and things behind us are left behind, grow up, understand, I want the taste of the year, is to go back to the hometown, is to hug the elders.
The taste of the year, the meal at home