Pig? Year after year?

I have a lot of problems when I write, and one of the things that my wife criticizes the most is the need for a quiet environment.

So, when I'm writing, it's generally quiet at home.

Sometimes I feel sorry for my wife, she is a spicy Guanzhong woman, and now she is used to tiptoeing at home.

Only when I lie at the door to check whether I am smoking can I have a little bit of the majesty of a heroine among women.

In the evening, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded outside the window......

I looked out the window angrily, my ears had lost their function, and the plot I had just conceived was disturbed by the meaningless crackling.

The people upstairs set off firecrackers, and the firecrackers exploded, and clumps of scarlet red oiled paper swirled and fell from the air like red petals.

It's like you're congratulating something......

The sound of firecrackers stopped, and the world did not quiet down, because the windows were opened, and the aftermath of firecrackers still sounded in my ears.

Before the window could be closed, another firecracker sounded, and immediately, the whole world seemed to be enveloped in the loud sound of firecrackers.

The smell of gunpowder came to my nose, as if it was the end of the world......

My wife brought a firecracker, and when she saw that my face was not good, she hesitated to continue handing it to me.

"Today is a small year, I have to shoot a cannon!"

Amid the sound of firecrackers, her voice was particularly ethereal, just like her mother's voice thirty years ago.

"Hong'er, it's time for you to go and fire......"

The first firecracker of the year in the northwest is particular, and only the head of the family, or the eldest son of the family, can light this cannon.

My father worked outside the home all the year round, and since I was three years old, my mother held me to light the first cannon in my life under the envious eyes of my sisters.

By the time I was seven or eight years old, I had the courage to light any cannon my father had brought me, which was no small achievement.

Ignite this hanging firecracker, and the year-this thing will follow.

When I was young, after this firecracker was lit, all the doors of happiness would be opened one by one.

Killing pigs - there are pig urine bubbles to play.

The pig's bladder is a very strange thing, and if you rub it in your hand and blow it, it will grow in size until it becomes as big as a football, so that a group of boys can play all day long on the grain field......

When I fried the pancakes, my mother used to fry something called a thousand knife cakes, which is the best thing I can remember.

The outer side is a golden egg skin, and the inside is minced pork and mashed potatoes, which are fried and then steamed in the basket drawer to become an indispensable main course of the feast.

Of course, as the eldest son, I can't wait for the Chinese New Year to eat, and my mother is very kind to me.

So I, who was holding a piece of a thousand-knife cake in my hand that had not been cut with a knife, became the envy of everyone.

"Ask the master to give you a piece!"

Thirty-eight years ago, my little friends' patience for food was always surprisingly low, and I watched my friends obediently call me "master" under the temptation of a thousand knife cakes, and the thousand knife cakes at this time always tasted exceptionally sweet.

Although I still don't understand why it has to be done.

And then...... I still have oranges at home......

Since my father is a rare person in the whole village who eats national food, my family can always be at the forefront of the village when sending the door god, and my father will stand at this time to invite all the people present to smoke, and give five cents to the 'white horse feet' with colorful masks!

The actor of 'White Horse Feet' is always the head of a family surnamed Tian, and it seems to be hereditary.

I still don't know what kind of existence the 'White Horse's Feet' is, and I feel that it is something closely related to the New Year's Festival, or a very local deity.

He was covered with bells, and every time he took a step, he had to shake his body to make the bells ring, which was really nice.

He would walk around my yard and shake his body constantly, so that my yard would be tempered by the sound of bells.

He also breathes fire...... In the sound of fierce drums and cacophony of cymbals, a handful of finely ground toner was grabbed from the leather pocket of the belt and sprinkled on the torch, and a large cloud of dark red fire rose into the sky...... Of course, such a beautiful and enthusiastic scene will not be seen until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Maybe my father gave me too little money, and I begged for a long time, but he refused to breathe fire in my house.

Paying homage to the ancestors is a very unpleasant thing, not only to kneel, but also to kowtow, and the father has to babble, and it is not allowed to laugh at will.

I don't beat people during the Chinese New Year, and my father cares about this very much.

The consequence of my laughter was that on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, my father slapped me with the sole of my shoe, which made me even less fond of my ancestors.

After my father died at an early age, I forgot about him beating me, and I only remember that he became my ancestor.

After that, I never smiled again when I worshiped my ancestors every year.

If he can come back to life, he can beat me again until I am as old as I want......

After my father died, the Chinese New Year was very boring, and the matter of firing guns always fell on my head.

After many years, the courage I exercised when I was a child is gradually disappearing, and I dared to use two kicks to shoot a cannon, but now I am terrified when I hang a small whip.

My wife brought me a bamboo pole and asked me to carry the firecracker, and after lighting it, the firecracker exploded, and I was shrouded in gunsmoke.

This year is the Year of the Pig, which should be 'yearly by year' for me, and I've had forty-five New Year's Eve now.