Years of aftertaste

When I was young, I always looked forward to the new year. It was very simple. All the old and young people were very busy at home. We could put on new clothes and New Year’s money. After entering high school, I felt that the new year didn’t mean much to us. I thought it could be a relaxing time, but the teacher assigned a lot of homework, and he did it powerfully, then it was a period of boredom. When I was in college, I was used to surfing the Internet and sending text messages. After I got home, I didn’t have the internet. I felt very bored. During the new year, there were a lot of text messages, blessing each other with friends and classmates, saying goodbye to the old and. Now I work, no New Year’s money, no homework, and no habit of sending text messages. Sometimes I feel that the more I grow up, the less the smell of new year is. When hesitating whether to go home, I received a call from my family and friends to go home. My heart was flying and I was looking forward to going home early, so I quickly booked the ticket. I came home from the place where I worked and stood on the train for more than 16 hours. People were almost stiff. However, when I stepped on the land of my hometown, I suddenly felt a strange feeling that all good words, such as familiarity, kindness, nature, and special, were not enough to describe. After getting off the bus, my elder brother and my 5-year-old niece came to follow me. After a look, my little niece had grown up a lot and called her aunt sweetly. Every time she went home before, she looked like a son, staring at me and daring not to look at me. Oh, after all, I have grown up a little. As soon as she arrived at the village, Aunt Chen shouted enthusiastically, asking where she was working and so on. Walking all the way, I met someone who would call my nickname and then asked me about the relevant situation. I also greeted them one by one and said casually. When I got home, my mother prepared lunch, and our family was eating around the stove. It had not been like this for a long time. It was a long-lost feeling. We were talking, eating and laughing. Home-style dishes are simple but delicious; Fire and warmth drive away my cold all the way, and people feel much more relaxed and warm. Home, after all, is home, simple and real, warm and warm. After dinner, I went to aunt, cousin and other families to see, but I haven’t seen them for a long time. The aunt is still so hearty, with a loud voice. Those sisters-in-law were still so talkative, saying that I was thinner and turned white. Then they asked me what my salary was for a month, and then asked me if I had any friends, although I am not sure about these problems now, and I don’t want to talk about them very much, I am still willing to talk about those gossips. Everyone is happy and there is no pressure. My younger brothers and sisters as well as little nephews and nieces, although I was still fighting with them as before, I suddenly found that they all grew up and grew up with little pudding. In the evening, I was sitting around the fire with my family, eating melon seeds, watching TV, talking casually about life and work. Everything was so happy. In the winter night at home, it was very quiet outside, so it was very quiet when I slept. I didn’t know the time when I slept, and my mother still called me to have breakfast. The year is getting closer and closer, and most of the people outside the village come back. Several of us of the same age often gathered together, recalling our past, from primary school to university; Talking about our study, work and life, we talked about which classmates were like and which partners were there; then we said that our village had changed and so many new houses had been built. Then, we talked about what we would like to do in the future. We lived like this every day. We slept in the sun in the morning, had dinner with our families, and then went to our neighbors to play, or basked in the sun in front of our house, I chatted with my friends and watched TV with my family in the evening. Time seems to pass too fast. It is the New Year’s Eve, and it is essential to watch the party. The most beautiful time is from ten: 30 to twelve: 30. Firecrackers and fireworks are roaring. This is the moment when we say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. Fireworks lit, rushing from the ground to the sky, from small to large; Blooming bright flowers and bones, colorful; Emitting a strong smell of the year, hot and noisy. The night sky at ordinary times was originally black and silent, but at this time, thousands of miles of sky was full of gorgeous fireworks. The sky was full of brilliance, and hope was flying all over the sky. On the first day of the new year, we began to pay New Year’s greetings to every family in the village. Children were very happy to get the lucky money from adults. Just like when we were young, but now when we grow up, we also pack a bag for children, they are all very happy. After the second year of junior high school, I paid New Year greetings to my relatives and friends, walking around each other and exchanging courtesy. This is also our traditional virtue. I didn’t see my former classmates when I went home. Although some of them haven’t seen each other for many years, they still greeted each other warmly. Once, on the way to my aunt’s home, a young man asked if he and I were classmates. We talked to each other and recalled those things in middle school, which was really true. Looking back on those years, he was still short and thin. He hadn’t seen him for many years. He became a handsome man with an unusual temperament in speech, and he did well in Guangdong. It can be said that after many years of separation, we should be more eye-catching! When I arrived at the village of my little aunt, there were two women talking. One of them called me. It turned out to be a classmate of our primary school and middle school. I also said their names quickly, and we greeted each other. So familiar faces have changed more or less, and people have become more mature and stable. Min Min, a once so smart and beautiful girl, Look at body shape, clothes and so on, have been or will be a mother! We didn’t have a good conversation, and then we said goodbye in a hurry. We have all grown up. We are all in our twenties. Some of them are married, and some of us who have just graduated are rushing for the future. But anyway, although we don’t have much contact, we can still recognize each other when we meet. After all, we are classmates! It was the eighth day of the lunar calendar, and we all hurried back to the place where we worked from home. I’m really reluctant to leave, but I have to leave. The train ticket has no seats, and I have to stand for more than 16 hours. The crowd on the train is crowded. It is really difficult to think about it. However, when thinking of leaving for a better life, my heart was much more balanced. The feeling of the year is actually quite good, Kiss, warm! Year, deserves to be the year, the end of the old year, the beginning of the new year. No matter how far we are tired, we have to come back. Look at our relatives and friends, listen to our parents’ whispers and hometown voices, and look forward to our hope and happiness in the coming year. Next New Year, I will still go home. We all want to go home just to feel the smell of the new year and the smell of home. The taste of the year is endless. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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