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Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory

author:Lantern Story

Text/Blue Moonlight

In Pudi, just entering the Waxing Moon, everything became lively, tense, and excited.

The annual meetings of the village are bigger and longer each time. Early in the morning, the streets are bustling with people until it gets dark and there are shadows of people shaking. Usually, the meeting will be dispersed in the afternoon, and until the evening, the vendor is reluctant to leave. Real buy real sell, no play virtual. Everyone carries big bags and small bags to the house. Usually, this is not willing to be willing to do that, and the New Year is to be generous. Busy for a year, "zhang price" for a year, people have enough reasons to give themselves a few days off, take a break, play, luxury. Wang Zengqi recalled that when he was a child, in their (Gaoyou), on the days of the New Year, the shops could be opened to gamble money.

Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory
Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory

Since the beginning of Lapa Ba, it seems that there is the breath of the year. Wake up in the morning, a bowl of thick fragrant eight treasure porridge, red dates, barley, peanuts, lotus seeds, red beans, etc., sticky, is the most wonderful thing this winter. Come to a bowl, eat sticky, warm on the body. The feeling of the year also overflowed with this rice porridge.

When we arrived at the altar, one of Nian's feet stepped forward. There is a saying in the countryside of Pudi: Lapa Eight Sacrifice Stove, coming down the year; Xiao Ni wants flowers, Xiao Wa wants cannons. On the day of the sacrificial stove, you should make dumplings, or drink knotty soup and eat the sacrificial stove sugar or twist flowers. On this day, my mother would always make dinner early, put the dumplings that had been prepared in advance in front of the king of the stove, and burn a piece of incense. This is called the sacrifice to the god Vesta. At this time, firecrackers should be set off. After burning firecrackers, the old portrait of the stove god in the kitchen was removed and incinerated, and the long-bearded stove master and the white and fat stove milk said good things in the smoke. Subsequently, my mother would ask us to bring a dumpling bowl and pour a little soup in front of the door, which is called "the god of the founding door", including the toilet. In some places, it is said that trees are also laid, called the god of trees. For this meal, my mother always had to hold a few more bowls, and my mother said that this meant that the family would add ding imports.

Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory

Eating stove sugar and twist flowers is not just a custom in Pudi, but also in many places. It is said that people are not at ease, afraid that the stove master will truthfully report the grain and grain he sees in the human world, so he thinks of using stove sugar and twist flowers to screw the mouth of the stove master. Just shut your mouth, although you can't say bad things, but how can you say good things?

After the festival stove, the adults became more and more busy and nervous, cleaning the house, cutting meat, plate dumpling filling, buying firecrackers, and buying New Year goods. Parents are busy in the kitchen all day. My father tied a blue apron around his waist and sat in front of the board and banged and chopped. "2829 decal door, Chinese New Year's Eve stay up all night." On the twenty-eighth day of the waxing moon, the family posted the Spring Festival, the flowers were green, and the village was dressed up with joy and flowers. Everywhere is: "Heaven increases the age of people to increase life, spring is full of qiankun and blessings are full of doors." "Business is booming all over the world, and the source of wealth is lush up to the three rivers."

Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory

In front of some people's doors, red lanterns will be hung, which is more auspicious and festive. In the year of Ruixue Mega, heavy snowfall is the most appropriate in the New Year. I remember one year, it snowed heavily Chinese New Year's Eve night. The fluttering snowflakes soon spread a thick layer on the ground, like a white cotton blanket. I stood on the small village street, looking at the white streets, the white tile houses, and the red lanterns reflecting a red halo on the ground. Mottled and confused, like a girl's flushed cheeks. At that moment, the sweetness was intoxicating.

At the time of resignation and newness, the family wants to drink some wine. Walking around, the sound of the Spring Festival Gala came out from every house, laughter wafted out of every house, and every house was full of wine. Occasionally, people walk by on the street, and they are also toe-toe. The men gathered together to drink wine, lamenting the passage of time, taking stock of the harvest of the year, and planning future plans.

Fathers and brothers and several cousins also drink the wine every year. One year, the second uncle drank wine, and the tears kept flowing. A few glasses of water and wine touched his sadness: the two children were old, but one was not married, hiding at home and doing nothing, vomiting and quarreling with him. "Oh, what kind of sin did I make?" His old man was sobbing.

Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory

In the past few years, our brothers have become a family, and starting from my daughter, there have been more and more people in the family. For several years, the population was added every year. Parents are getting older. New Year's Day, looking at the noisy family, the parents' faces bloomed into old chrysanthemums. I remember one year, two daughters wearing tufts of new clothes, hiding in the room whispering, mysterious and mysterious. On the morning of the first day of the first year, we went to our hometown. As soon as the door opened, the daughter bent down and bowed, and said in unison: Grandparents, we have given you a New Year's greeting. It turned out that the two children were practicing the actions and words of greeting their grandparents!

Chinese New Year's Eve night is the most lively time in the village. After 12 o'clock, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks continued, reflecting the sky bright and dark. Early the next morning, I put on the prepared multi-pocket clothes and went with the adults to visit the New Year. The streets were thick with cannon clippings, soft to step on, like a red velvet blanket. The air is also a pungent smell of gun smoke, the air is misty, and the green fog is filled. Walk through alleys and through a family yard. In the dark houses of the impression, there were statues of gods, red candles were lit, and a thin and kind old man sat next to him. After prostrating their heads, they always pull out walnuts. Their hands are thin, their hands are soft. Our pockets were stuffed, and as soon as we walked up, they snapped and clicked. Like a victorious little general, his expression was full of pride and pride. Why give walnuts? Legend has it that when the Pu people moved under the locust tree in Shanxi, in order to gain a foothold, they brought a lot of walnuts and gave them to the locals. Since then, the drills have become a habit every year. The uprooted, generous immigrants soon became one with the land and with the indigenous people. Thrive and thrive on this land.

Prose style: Pudi Nian Folk Memory

Relatives, family, friends, and classmates seem to get together for the New Year. Usually busy, this year has become a bond, a platform, soothing the irritable soul, and slowing down the pace of running. The Spring Festival is the moment when spring comes; it is the moment when people have survived the long winter and began to arrange agricultural affairs and greet the good spring light; it is the moment when people are cautious and pursue the distant future and worship their ancestors. Today's year has diluted the significance of agricultural affairs and ancestor worship, as an important festival of the Chinese nation, visiting relatives and friends, rest and reunion, has become the greatest significance of the year.

"The sea is born in the dead night, and the river spring enters the old year." I often think that if there is a scale for endless, endless time, it should be years. It is the year that makes this elusive time materialized and branded.

Nowadays, the Year of the Ox is approaching, the yellow plum blooms, the sun is warm, and the spring is bright. In the study of plum blossom fragrance, we ushered in the New Year of 2021. Pray that all is well.

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