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Looking for the taste of the New Year Author: Song Chenjiao blink of an eye, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Exploring all the way, the most primitive flavor of the year, the most profound family affection, the hometown of my father and mother. When stepping on this piece

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Looking for the taste of the year

Author: Song Chenjiao

In a blink of an eye, it's the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Exploring all the way, the most primitive flavor of the year, the most profound family affection, the hometown of my father and mother.

When stepping on this land, this heavy yellow earth, as if the feet have taken root, found the soul in the bones, here once lived my dearest people - my father and mother, the winding mountain road sounded crisp footsteps, the continuous green hills left a young back, that clear river beside the have you also bent down to wash your hands, pick up the water and sprinkle the sun! I meditate quietly in the flow of time, this continuous blood is endless love!

When I pushed open the mottled door, the iron ring on the door was rusty, and I wanted to open it, and you stood behind the door, with the face still most familiar to me, so that I could hug you fiercely, and never let go of my hands again, and let me tell as much as I could of the thick stack of thoughts that I had accumulated for so long! and those sleepless and damp nights! The old door creaked open, and the yard was already barren and flooded, and the old house was silent, and an iron lock lay in front of me, and I knew it would never be opened! Just like you who disappeared into time forever!

Beware of no home, thoughts are like postcards sealed in memory, forever sealed in a yellowed diary! I know that this is not my hometown, but because of you who sleep in this mountain, this place has become the most primitive nostalgia in my life, forever concerned.

At this moment, sitting in a small house in this small county town called Muping, the morning light outside the window is faint, but the heart is quiet, I know that this is the closest place to you, your dear daughter whispered the words in her heart, "Dear Dad, Happy New Year!"

The language is so clumsy that it can't be combined into sentences for a long time. I try to write down the intricacies in my heart, try to find the memories you have left, try to spell out my love for this small city!

Looking for the taste of the New Year Author: Song Chenjiao blink of an eye, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Exploring all the way, the most primitive flavor of the year, the most profound family affection, the hometown of my father and mother. When stepping on this piece
Looking for the taste of the New Year Author: Song Chenjiao blink of an eye, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Exploring all the way, the most primitive flavor of the year, the most profound family affection, the hometown of my father and mother. When stepping on this piece
Looking for the taste of the New Year Author: Song Chenjiao blink of an eye, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Exploring all the way, the most primitive flavor of the year, the most profound family affection, the hometown of my father and mother. When stepping on this piece

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