If you wake up and go back 40 years,
Without self-media, you can only eat meat until the Chinese New Year.
No internet, no cell phones.
In a village, there are only two telephones,
Make a phone call, more than 3 yuan a minute,
The traffic is inconvenient, and the exit is full of dirt roads,
Only young parents.
New Year's Eve everyone is lively together,
Set off cannons, play cards, roast fires around firewood ridges,
All year round, I only look forward to the New Year to have the joy of wearing new clothes.
You come to my house, I come to your house,
家家杀年猪，宰鸡，买年货，
Go to the market, crowded with people.
Walk dozens of miles to buy something,
It's a morning to catch a set,
When I came home and looked at my mother's pork stewed in a clay pot,
Eat hard.
If so,
Would you still like to go back?
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