#过年的情结是什么?##微头条首发挑战赛#
Chinese New Year, for me in my 70s, is a childhood memory, the sadness and yearning of my youth, with my parents, no matter how far I live when I grow up, I have the desire to go home.
But now it doesn't matter what the festival is, the parents are long gone, they are their parents, some are just worried, and they are also blindly worried, and their children may not all listen to you, but they don't want to repent, it's really time to reflect.
When I was a child, I looked forward to the New Year, ate dumplings and ate good meals during the New Year, wore new clothes, and pinched my fingers to count the days every day since I entered the Layue Gate.
In 1960, there was no meat, and I ate a vegetarian dumpling, which was comparable to the delicacy of the world.
Life is good, parents are reunited in the family, brothers and sisters are of the same heart, the atmosphere is festive, the mood is comfortable, life is beautiful, and it is the best day of life.
The child grows up and starts a family, but he is old.
Now for the New Year, I don't want to be lively, I just want to be quiet, live a good life, I don't want anything delicious, and I don't pay attention to it, and I can deal with coarse tea and light rice.
Life is like this, the New Year is just one more year old than the old age.
#记录我的生活#
