Time is like a white colt passing through the gap, blinking and it is time to buy New Year goods. Walk into shopping malls and supermarkets, stand in the bustling crowd, look at the variety of goods, and can't help but recall the scene of the New Year's market when I was a child.
When I was a child, I lived in a small mountain village, there were no shops in the village, and I needed to cross the mountains to buy New Year goods and go to the seat of the township government to catch the market. The location of our village is the place where the two counties meet, and we cross the mountain on the left to reach the territory of Danfeng County, and the mountain on the right is still the Shang County where our household registration is located. Comparatively speaking, we seem to be closer to The Market in Danfeng, and my father works there, and many relatives are also there, so we go there to catch the market more often.
If you want to go to the seat of the Government of Liuxianping Township in Danfeng County to catch the New Year's Market, you need to get up early. When it was light, my parents and I got up, ate a little bit, and started climbing the mountain. My house is at the bottom of the mountain, and the mountain is very close, but it is actually quite far to climb. Walking from the doorstep to the mountain roots takes a long time. In the winter fields, only frozen land is left. The persimmon trees on the edge of the ground left black branches and fell silent. But the feet in cloth shoes stepped on the hard sand, and the footsteps left behind were jubilant. Even the little squirrel that occasionally sneaked from the east of the road to the west of the road was excited, and it seemed to know that I was going to catch the market, and it could not suppress its excitement.
The mountain road is winding and covered with thin ice, and every step of the way, you must be careful. The father opened the way with his back basket on his back, and his tall body was wearing a blue Zhongshan suit. He kicked away the stones on the road with his feet while using his hands to pull away the dead branches that were slanting in front of him. From time to time, he turned around and pulled on the weak little me. My mother walked behind me, carrying a basket of dry food in one hand and holding me tightly in the other. In the mountains in winter, there is no spring red, summer green, and no autumn yellow, but you can always meet snow white. When I was tired of walking, I sat on my mother's lap and rested, and the snow that had formed into ice particles from the thick grass was put into my mouth, quenching my thirst and playing greedily.
More than a dozen miles of mountain road, walked for nearly three hours. When I vaguely saw the road down the mountain, my eyes with my parents became wider, and we gradually breathed a sigh of relief. Walking on the road full of yellow sand and floating soil, the dust brought by the sporadic cars covered his eyes and his mouth was full of sand. On both sides of the road, there are residential buildings. People walking on the road are dressed more fancy than we do, but they are all simple. Men and women, young and old, all wrapped in cotton clothes, walked in pairs of threes and threes. To me, these are rare and novel.
On the street where the township government was located, the bluestone pavement was polished and shiny by pedestrians, and their feet slipped on it. On both sides of the street are bungalows next to each other, from the newly built new-style tile houses with red clay and wood structures to the old-fashioned earthen houses with old-fashioned earthen walls and gray tile doors. The shop selling sugar cakes is next to the commissary of the Chinese teacher Liu's house, and across from them is the courtyard of the supply and marketing cooperative.
My father took out the money in his arms and bought me a sugar cake. When I saw the sugar cake, I felt my stomach grunting and devouring it. The sugar cake is thick on all sides, and the thin surface in the middle is smeared with a layer of sugar juice and dipped in some sesame seeds. The dough cake is very soft and very biting, sweet and fragrant. Seeing that I was eating well, my parents took out their own dry food and ate it. I saw my mother eating well and shoved the last bite of sugar cake into my mother's mouth, and my father smiled and touched my head.
The house of the supply and marketing cooperative is very high, and it is necessary to go up many steps in front of Teacher Liu's house to get to the front. The room is big, the counter is wide, and there are many shelves. The shelves are lined with cloth garments, pots and pans, etc. My father and the salesman knew each other very well, and they chatted, and my mother and I walked around. When there is a person who comes to buy cloth, the salesman stops chatting and takes the flower cloth that the customer is optimistic about from the shelf and unfolds. After letting the customer touch it, he took the soft ruler from his neck to measure the size, drew a line with chalk, let the customer grasp the end, he cut a large mouth from his own end with large scissors, and then tore it with both hands.
I stood by and watched, worried that the cloth would be torn, but not once, and I admired the salesman, and was glad that my father knew him well. In the supply and marketing cooperatives, we seem to see more and buy less. Before leaving, my mother touched my pocket and bought me a red satin coat, and I was very happy and couldn't wait to change it.
Dressed in red, the gray-blue sky suddenly lit up, and the narrow door of the heart could not close the noisy heart. A variety of goods can be seen from the stalls on both sides of the street. There were a large number of people around the Spring Festival and the New Year painting stalls, and everyone was enthusiastically choosing. My parents and I squeezed in and picked it up. The couplet we picked up with black characters on a red background reads "The door welcomes joy and peace, and the family receives the rich and the good luck", and the horizontal batch is "entering and leaving peace". He also bought a couplet written to the door god, "The heavens say good things, and the netherworld descends auspiciously." The New Year painting I picked was a pair of fat dolls, and my mother picked a comic strip of a group of female ponies. Before leaving, his father remembered that he wanted to buy the door god, so he bought a portrait of Qin Qiong Jingde. We carefully placed the couplets and the New Year scrolls vertically in the back basket, and also treasured our hopes and wishes for the coming year.
The stalls of the small traders and hawkers are not large, one person has a burden or a cage, a back basket, and a small scale. One is to be mobile, and the other is because these farmers usually either work in agriculture or work, and selling things is only a temporary intention. Therefore, their things are not very expensive, and there is rarely a shortage of two pounds. Buyers and sellers are all dressed up as farmers, and there are no excessive politeness and routines. For the New Year, candy and melon seeds peanuts are essential. Weigh three pounds of melon seeds, five pounds of peanuts, and two pounds of sugar. Father put them in the back basket on the side of the couplet, cautiously, for fear that the bag would be punctured and something would leak out.
Passing by the meat stalls, the parents slowed down. Freshly killed pork hangs on a hook, and the red lean flesh oozing with blood is lined with white flesh skin, dripping water from time to time, and even the steam can be seen. Thinking of the aroma of my father's stewed ribs at night Chinese New Year's Eve, I swallowed my saliva, and my father saw the situation and immediately went over to pick a piece of fat and thin meat with bones. Watching the large hanging meat bound by kudzu put into the cage, my father smiled and said, "Woman, Chinese New Year's Eve give your sister a few stewed ribs to eat at night." I was so happy that I clapped my hands and cried out, but my mother only smiled.
At the vegetable stall, my mother bought three cabbages, three pounds of vermicelli, two pounds of celery, and two pounds of garlic moss. Bits and pieces had accumulated and filled my father's back basket and my mother's bamboo basket. There is nowhere to put it anymore, and I can't move my back. At this time, the sun was tilted to the west, the shadow of the distant mountains was already a little blurred, and I thought of taking the mountain road, so my parents pulled me up and hurried back.
On the way back, the father's back was very bent, and the mother's arm was low, but their steps were faster than when they came. They counted the time with ease on their faces, thinking that there were two more episodes a year ago, and told me to come back to the next episode. In anticipation of the next episode, the three of us walked hand in hand.
The fierce mountain wind blew through, and we smelled the smell of spring in the snow white.
, Danfeng, Shaanxi, currently working in the education system of Jinan, Shandong. He is a member of the Chinese Essay Literature Association, the Chinese Contemporary Procuratorial Literature Research Society, the Shandong Provincial Prose Literature Association, the Shandong Young Writers Association, and the Jinan Writers Association. Many articles have been published in dozens of newspapers and magazines such as "People's Liberation Army Daily", "Shandong Youth", "Contemporary Essays" and so on. He was also hired as an online writer by "China Writers Online", "Dawenfang", "Literature and Art".
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