For the year, there is less and less concept. Even if all kinds of official or private media bombard indiscriminately every day, they still can't remember the time, and they always have to take out their mobile phones and flip through the lunar calendar to know how far away they are. Not like a teenager - hanging next to the washstand, the square calendar on the heavy earthen wall, is torn by the little hands of anticipation, year by year, always remembered.
The trip home was interrupted by a mad blizzard. Look at the station, look at the high-speed, after all, there is some small luck. No matter what, no matter where you are, the year still has to be celebrated, whether it is a ceremony or a festival, it will eventually return to the old and the new. Playing New Year's goods, this eternal law of the year, is vigorously staged.
That's not good, that's not good...... The thunder was loud, the rain was small, and it ended hastily. That's just for me, after all. Taste buds degraded, picky tongues, yes and no. The market is hot, people come and go, each is boiling, and the people practice "expanding consumption and stimulating consumption" with practical actions, and they are thriving.
Suddenly recalling when I was young, I lacked food and drink, and the material was not abundant, and the year-end New Year's goods were lively and grand. Now that I think about it, it's just some fishy meat, a bundle of garlic, a few catties of pepper green, and then there's a few pieces of ginger buried deep in the sand for the year. Simple and ordinary, but how many teenagers yearn for 365 days.
Preserved fish and bacon must always be prepared, no matter how much money is or how little money is, whether it is tight or passable, and then if there are conditions, slaughter two old hens to add fresh fragrance in the cold season. The housewives, while looking at his family's wax goods, are calculating the year-end income, one for the tuition after the year, one for the spring sowing foundation, and the rest are qualified to fight for the year.
Carefully selected, it is finally a small silver carp, less lean and more fatty, without it, cheap, and big oil. One by one, one by one, hanging on the crossbar in front of the door, neat and straight, accepting the annual review, but also accepting, the recognition of the villagers' own life. In this way, properly "bask in happiness".
Speaking of which, I don't have a deep love for preserved fish and bacon. In my impression, they always stay in the firm, dry and salty and strong flavor of the spring seedling season. However, a piece of meat and a piece of fish is a comfort, a thought, and a good way to tease the taste buds, as well as the desire for fish and meat in the heart of poverty.
Sanxian always has to be done, more or less there must be. No matter how small your tarpon is, each family always has a stunt to pick it clean, white fish, fresh meat, strong fragrance, how many teenagers' throats have been stirred, how many aromas have been tempted by the tip of the tongue. I remember going to a foreign country at the beginning of that year, and when I heard about the "three fresh casseroles", my throat immediately tightened.
In the past, the three fresh formulas of each family have been lost for a long time and have long since passed away. The word "buy" saves the cumbersomeness, the expectation, and the arrogance of the tip of the tongue. Sanxian has been broken, with tourism, with auspiciousness, with teasing other guests, Sanxian has become a triad. The idea of the fantasy of the world, rich local, confused foreign, culture has become a story, not to mention the three fresh.
Fried broad beans, fried peanuts, fried slices, the same is indispensable. A bowl of fried black fine sand is passed among the neighbors, you use it to replace the kitchen. The smoke of the stove rises, the firewood is booming, the fragrance of beans, rice, potatoes, and sugar are mixed together, lingering and infiltrating each other, but they are reserved and self-appreciative.
The front pot crackles, and the back pot is placed in the basin, and the large pieces of boiled sugar (maltose) that are steamed through the water have been softened into a pulp and bubbled. The first candy is soft and glutinous and sweet, and it can't be adhered or hot, and it is sent to the mouth and handed to the tip of the tongue, delicious and plump, and it is about to be released. No matter how bitter it is every day, this sweetness is comforting.
Time is long, and the years are cold. No matter what dynasty, no matter the taste, the year, it is always the belonging and reunion of the old and the new, the rotation of the seasons, the change of food, the taste of the city of the year, this season is rising. The wheels are rolling, the return is in a hurry, one side is migrating and the other is waiting, celebrating the new year, welcoming and sending off a night.