In recent years, I have hardly returned to my hometown during the New Year due to work reasons, except the year before last, after the death of my grandfather, it can be regarded as a light at the cost of my grandfather's death. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe city is not as lively as the countryside in my hometown, but it is a little deserted. There are not a few people in sight on the whole street, and it is sparse and a little depressed. If it weren't for the city government taking the lead in organizing a social fire activity, a parade of gongs and drums on the street, people would not feel the existence of the New Year's flavor. When I think of the New Year's flavor in my hometown, I miss it very much.

When I was a child, I looked forward to celebrating the New Year every day, and as soon as the New Year arrived, I would have new clothes to wear, I could take the New Year's money, and I could also use the New Year's money to buy some guns to play.

The environment of my hometown has been mentioned many times in many articles, and it belongs to a relatively backward mountainous area. It may be that it is backward, but many customs and traditions have been handed down. So the flavor of the New Year is enough.

On the thirtieth day of the lunar month, my father usually took out the dusty pen and ink, bought a few pieces of red paper, and then opened the yellow calendar that he had studied several times. My father usually admired his masterpieces with relish, and by the way, I asked us who were also blindly admiring us, and our brothers nodded their heads in praise again and again, and my father smiled knowingly.

My brother and I spent the afternoon posting couplets, staring at the words "flocks of chickens and ducks" and "fat and strong", as if we were doing something extremely majestic, and sometimes I even wondered if sticking these red couplets in the corresponding places would exert endless magic power and bless a whole year of peace and health.

In the evening, a large family went to the ancestors' graves to pick up the ancestors and go home under the leadership of the grandfather and the fourth master. We children are most interested in helping adults set off firecrackers, and we kowtow and burn paper in the sound of crackling firecrackers. The ancestors were probably happy to follow us home, and they brought them to the table, laid the offerings, and began to enjoy the sumptuous dinner that the descendants had prepared for them. We started playing cards, chatting, and drinking. This day seems to be a symbol of reunion, and only on this day can we be like a family, which is extraordinarily united and cohesive.

In the early hours of the morning, after accompanying the ancestors to "have fun", the young people went to the temple to burn incense. The temple was brightly lit, smoky, and bells, and people from all villages came one after another. When I met people I knew, I greeted each other, sent the best wishes of the year, and made humorous jokes with acquaintances. We were all very devout in the face of the gods, praying and prostrating.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone wakes up late, which is a custom. Whoever gets up early is a traitor, at least that's what the legend says. We actually woke up very early because there was something interesting to do. As soon as we heard the adults talking, we quickly put on our clothes, carried the firecrackers warmed in the bed, and rushed out with red paper with the words "Go out and see you". According to his father's instructions, he posted "Go out to see joy", and lit firecrackers with incense sticks with trepidation, and the sound of firecrackers echoing throughout the valley. Then the blasting continued one after another, and it continued until noon, when it gradually stopped.

After eating the lunch prepared by my mother, the New Year's greeting activities began, and the families went to pay New Year's greetings. When he saw the elderly, he knelt down, explaining who he wanted to give New Year's greetings, and the juniors in the family would pretend to block it, but after kneeling, they didn't care anymore.

From the first to the third year of junior high school, some villages will hold basketball games, and villagers from all over the world will participate in them. Accompanied by the screeching sound of the horn, in the bursts of loess, the young men snatched me and fought for the honor of their village. It seems that the honor is extremely glorious, whoever loses will lose face, the powerful village friend group is the highlight, some villages in order to cheer up the basketball team, driving tricycles, trucks and pulling a group of people to come, the scene is very similar to a group fight, maybe they are always ready to fight a group fight.

After the basketball game, a social fire followed. Everyone began to beat gongs and drums to create an atmosphere for the closing fire in the back. At first, the people of the social fire paid more attention to it, and it was decent and a little interesting. But now that it's a formality, it's not as much fun as it used to be. Despite this, young people are still very enthusiastic, sweating profusely beating drums and squeezing eyebrows and gongs. This social fire lasted for more than ten days. In the all-night rush every night, people's energy gradually weakened. On the last night, everyone was excited again and cheered for the finish!

In between these recreational activities, there are social activities of relatives. You come and go, greeting in hypocrisy, and showing your true feelings in greetings. The knees of the New Year's greetings are about to wear out, and the tea is almost diabetic, so this is the end of the relatives.

In the past few years, I have been far away from the country, less tedious, but lacking that kind of fun. Now that I think about it, the New Year is still interesting in my hometown. Maybe the fun is not so much the fun itself, but more because of the company of the family!