I come from the countryside, I remember when I was a child, walking relatives was almost the highlight of the annual New Year. At that time, from the second year of junior high school, people who walked relatives on the road would not be in a hurry

         Relatives

I came from the countryside, and I remember when I was a child, going to relatives was almost the highlight of the new year every year.

At that time, from the second year of junior high school, there would be an endless stream of people walking with relatives on the road. On the main road and on the field path, you can see people dressed neatly and with happy faces everywhere to go to relatives.

When I met acquaintances on the road, the most common question everyone asked was "Go to relatives?" Are your relatives running out? ”

At that time, relatives who walked during the New Year were carrying a long square bamboo basket with about a dozen steamed white-noodle steamed buns, and at one end of the basket was a dim sum wrapped with hemp paper and hemp rope, which was a necessary gift for the elders to visit the New Year, if it was a common generation, it might be shortbread or biscuits or the like, and on the other side was placed other foods that were also packaged, and then covered with a new towel.

Of course, later relatives brought gifts in addition to steamed buns, biscuits and so on, but also enjoy taking canned, canned oranges, apples, canned pears, glass bottles of the kind, the atmosphere has face.

The average adult carries a basket, followed by a few small children, and walks all the way to relatives. Children follow their relatives, on the one hand, in order to earn some money, on the other hand, so that they can eat a good meal at their relatives' homes, and there is melon candy for relatives to entertain guests. When we were young, we all liked to go with adults, and when we came back, we couldn't help but have some delicious food in our pockets.

My uncle's family lived in a half-mountainside, and every year my mother would take us from home at eight o'clock, and each time I had to walk for at least an hour, and I had to climb the dirt slope for half an hour. By the time we got to my uncle's house, a few of us were already exhausted and breathless, so my uncle's cheek noodles were always the best.

After breakfast, my cousin and cousin took us to the bamboo forest not far from home, the bamboo forest in winter was covered with thick fallen leaves, and there were unknown birds, which would be startled by us and fly violently.

The most popular on both sides of the mountain road are wild dates, and the black and red wild dates have dried and hung alone on the branches. Pick one and put it in your mouth, bite open the skin, and the sweet and sour jujube meat will make people addicted. We started the race to see who picked up the most land, often not in the pocket.

In that era of poor goods, this was our small snack for a long time, and it was also a reserved program for us to go to our uncle's house every New Year.

After lunch at my uncle's house, my mother would take us up the hill for nearly twenty minutes to see one of my aunts in my mother's door, and we should call Grandma.

Along the way, my mother nagged us, saying that when she was a child, this aunt hurt her very much, and what a delicious family made would leave her a copy. The sister-in-law's life was bitter, and the younger son cut wood on the slope, fell off the ridge, and died. The eldest son had some strange disease, had no money to see a doctor, and left, leaving his aunt alone, more than sixty years old, lonely and miserable.

Saying, we arrived, the grandmother was feeding the chickens in the yard, watching the mother come in, put down the work, quickly wiped her hands on the apron, smiled on her face, took my hand into the house, the mother and the usual every time, into the house to put things, while pulling home, began to clean the house, clean the yard, before leaving, and give the grandmother to fill the water tank.

Mother always told us that all year round, everyone is busy running to life, the New Year, the people who should be remembered, all go to see and walk, people, can not forget the people who once loved themselves and were good to themselves.

No matter how busy you are at work, every New Year's Holiday, you have to take time to see the people in the corner of your memory. If the relatives do not move, the feelings are broken. No matter how good the feelings, one does not ask, one does not say, for a long time without contact, the feelings will fade.

Now, our living conditions are better than the original, I don't know how many times better, almost everyone has a mobile phone, cars are also popular, and transportation is much more convenient. However, relatives move around less, and some relatives do not interact at all.

At the Time of the New Year, there are fewer relatives, that is, I go to the relative's house, and I also chat very politely, send some gifts, and then get up and say goodbye.

Someone said, "A relative is someone who must be present on a certain occasion." ”

As a post-70s generation, what I really miss is "relatives in the countryside". At that time, our family was not rich, but the relatives were very warm.

Sometimes I often wonder if I can be sincere with my relatives and friends like before?