The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. The train of time has been ruthlessly crushing, pushing us from childhood to old age, and the joy of the old times has become a beautiful memory, especially the New Year that we are looking forward to when we are young, which has become a distant memory. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it will be the Spring Festival again. The streets and alleys have long been hung with red lanterns, which are so bright that they seem to tell an ancient story. It was the Spring Festival in my memory, and it was my eternal warmth.
When I was a child, the Spring Festival was the most anticipated festival of the year, and children could receive New Year's money and enjoy the luxury of delicious food that they could not normally eat. The elders in the family will always prepare in advance, buy New Year's goods, sweep the dust, and paste couplets. When I was a child, I was always busy, hanging lanterns and pasting window flowers. At that time, the taste of the New Year was the sweetness of sugar gourds, the sound of firecrackers, and the smiles on the faces of the elders.
The reunion dinner of the Spring Festival is indispensable. A table full of dishes, steaming hot and fragrant. The adults sat around and laughed, while we children frolicked or set off scattered firecrackers, carefree. At that time, I didn't know what sorrow was, I only knew that having candy to eat and new clothes to wear was the greatest happiness.
With the passage of time, the Spring Festival seems to have gradually lost its original flavor. When I grew up, I began to be busy with work and life, and the Spring Festival seemed to have become a number on the calendar. But every Spring Festival, there is always an inexplicable expectation and emotion in my heart. Maybe it's because the childhood memories are too good, or maybe it's because the attachment to home is too deep.
Nowadays, although I can't feel every detail of the Spring Festival wholeheartedly like I did when I was a child, whenever the Spring Festival comes, I always think of that little me, under the care of the elders in the family, living a carefree and happy life.
The Spring Festival in memory is the warmth of home, the sweetness of family affection, and the laughter of childhood. Now, I hope to find back the love and expectation for the Spring Festival in my busy life, so that every Spring Festival will become an eternal memory in my heart.