The taste of the year in memory
Childhood
What is the flavor of the year
It was the crackling sound of strings of firecrackers
It's the sound of sesame, peanuts, orange peel mixing
It was the sound of a shovel of peanuts and river sand churning in an iron pot
It's the crunch of circles of beans and stone mills
It is the lively jubilation of killing the New Year's pig
It is the pious expectation of the god of the door
Childhood
What is the flavor of the year
It's the adults who don't run around anymore
The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner that sat around the group
It's the small talk of the grown-ups
It's the indulgence of the little ones
It's the dance of popcorn in the mouth
It is the pull of sugar cane and teeth to test courage
Childhood
What is the flavor of the year
It's the sentence on TV "Happy New Year, dear viewers and friends"
It's the sound of "unforgettable tonight" in the hazy sleepy eyes
It is the parents who urge again and again to "hurry up and go to bed, there will be a red envelope tomorrow"
It's a sweet candy
It's crispy dried sweet potatoes
It's a fragrant fried peanut
Childhood
What is the flavor of the year
It's the big red envelope on the first day of the Lunar New Year
It is a new padded jacket that I wore in the first month
It's the New Year's money given by the elders
It's a rice cake that you can't eat
Play a game that never gets tired
Childhood
What is the flavor of the year
It's a neat family
It is a childhood that longs to grow up
It's a memory that can never be returned
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