The New Year is approaching, and the prayers for the New Year are vaguely rippling in the tunzi, and the joyful atmosphere is gradually intensifying, and Grandpa Xiao's family is gradually recovering some vitality in extreme sorrow. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This morning, the third aunt got up early to freshen up and dress up, saying that she was going to Haizi's house, and wanted to discuss with Haizi's mother whether it would be okay to lead Haizi up the mountain. In addition, I want to hear if Haizi's mother can have a better plan, if there is a better way out, you can not be a beard, there are more people, there are more ideas, and the living can't let urine suffocate to death. Grandpa Xiao knew that he couldn't stop the third aunt, he had been willful since he was a child, so he could only let her go.

When the third aunt came back, she not only brought back some food for the New Year, but also bought a lot of artillery for the children, saying that she bought it with the private money she had saved in the past few years. Grandpa Xiao and Grandma Xiao just said something like 'won't live a life, a loser', and they didn't complain too much, for fear that as soon as she got angry, she would really go to be a beard, and the family was still waiting for the end of the year in silence and sorrow, but they tried not to show it on their faces.

It was the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and my grandmother and aunt got up early and were busy preparing tributes for the ancestors to be worshipped. After Grandpa Xiao and Uncle Xiao got up, the two cleaned the yard again, and when they were satisfied, they went back to the house and called the children up. Grandma and aunt took out the clothes they had prepared and asked everyone to change them. Haizi also changed into a new set of clothes, put on the cotton shoes given to him by Monroe, and the whole person seemed much more energetic, and the family temporarily suppressed their worries in their hearts, ready to welcome the New Year happily.

The third aunt held the iron egg, led Haizi, the big pillar and Yingzi, and came to the yard to put a small hanging whip, and the big pillar was also removed and put one by one in her hand, and the children's faces were filled with satisfied smiles. The village also resounded with the sound of firecrackers from time to time, and the streets also heard greetings, chats and laughter from time to time, and the whole village was shrouded in the joyful atmosphere of the New Year.

Grandpa Xiao and Uncle Haizi were busy pasting couplets, money, and New Year's pictures inside and outside the house. Inside and outside the house, red, green, and green couplets, hanging money, and blessing characters are plastered everywhere, adding a strong sense of joy to the New Year.

Breakfast was eaten late, and it was also a normal meal, but there were a few more pieces of meat in the dish than usual. The farmer's New Year is two meals, and the main meal for the New Year is in the middle of the night.

After breakfast, Grandpa Xiao and his uncle cleaned up the house and offered their ancestors on the cabinet on the west side of the inner room. Grandma Xiao and her aunt washed their hands carefully several times before bringing the tribute to the same and placing it on the cabinet that had been covered with yellow paper. The tributes are also common chickens, fish, meat, etc., a total of eight kinds, all of which are served in bowls. The ancestors are painted with two old men who symbolize the ancestors, the following two rows of officials holding wat boards, at the bottom are a man and a woman and two children are setting off firecrackers, the boy is lighting firecrackers with incense, and the girl is covering her ears to watch, the picture is vivid and interesting. In the blank space of the picture are rows of vertical grids with spaces, from top to bottom, the names of generations of deceased ancestors, both men and women.

After hanging the ancestral tablet, Grandpa Xiao respectfully lit a stick of incense, and then called the whole family to kowtow to the ancestor. The whole family kowtows on the sack-covered ground in order of generation, and the ceremony of honoring the ancestors is over.

From this moment on, the real year begins. Adults tell children not to say unlucky things, not to scold people, not to mention things that do not go well with them, to walk, eat, and dress in a good manner, not to cry, to greet people, to say auspicious words.

Da Zhuzi led his sister out to play at the sound of his aunt's instructions. Grandpa Xiao and Uncle Xiao also went out. Grandpa Xiao is a good looking card, in previous years, he often went out to play for a while as soon as he entered the winter wax moon, but this year there were many things at home, so he didn't go out, and he went out to relax during the New Year. Uncle doesn't play, but he loves to watch the excitement, the two have a temper, grandpa often leads him when he goes out to play, and sometimes he lets him play a few times when he is tired, and both of them relax and relax.

Grandma Xiao took out a cloth bag from the kang cabinet, which contained a lot of galaha, including pigs, sheep, and roe deer, there were more than 100 of them, and some of them had fallen off the slag, and I don't know how many years it took to accumulate so much. My aunt brought the freshly fried melon seeds to the kang, and took some large pieces of sugar, gave one person a little to put in their mouths, and left a large piece of iron eggs for him to play with by himself.

"Let's play Galaha, and Haizi also plays. Play for a while before cooking. Grandma Xiao poured Galaha on the kang, and after each person divided it equally, several people sat around and played Galaha. There is talk and laughter, there is contention and concession, and there is joy.

The big pillar led his sister to play outside and came back, his little hands and faces were red from the cold, and he was also vying to play together.

"Warm and warm and play again, my hands are so cold. Don't throw the peel of melon seeds on the ground, today's custom is not to sweep the floor. You win more for me and your third aunt, and we both win. We'll cook in a while, and your grandma will take you to play. Aunt told Big Pillar.

Da Zhu and his sister succeeded his aunt and third aunt. Grandma Xiao led her three grandchildren to play in the sporadic sound of firecrackers outside, in the sound of pots and spoons colliding in the outhouse, and in the thick aroma of bursting pots, stir-frying, and stewed meat, until Grandpa Xiao and Uncle came back and stopped when they were about to eat.

Winter is short, and by the time you put the table ready to eat, it was already dark. Grandpa Xiao and Uncle Xiao lit lanterns, took a few pieces of yellow paper, and went out with lanterns to pick up the gods.

"What is receiving God? I'll go too! "The big pillar will follow.

"To receive God is to invite the ancestors to go home for the New Year. You're still young, and you'll go when you're older. "Grandpa Xiao didn't let the big pillar follow.

When the farmer's most sumptuous meal of the year was put on the table, Grandpa Xiao and his uncle also returned. Grandpa Xiao inserted incense in front of the ancestors again, burned a few pieces of paper, and led everyone to kowtow in front of the ancestors, before sitting at the neatly arranged table with Grandma Xiao. The juniors knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two old men together before going to the table to eat together.

"Come, everyone drink some wine, it's the New Year, Haizi also drink some to invigorate the blood." Grandpa Xiao asked the third aunt to pour some wine for everyone.

"Grandpa, I drink it too." The big pillar picked up the bowl and asked the third aunt to pour the wine.

"You can't drink, what kind of wine do children drink, eat meat." Grandpa Xiao said with a smile.

"It's okay to taste less, I have to let the big pillar go to school in the spring of the New Year." The third aunt said while pouring wine.

"It costs money to go to school, can we afford it?" Grandma Xiao said.

"Why can't I afford it, a family can't afford to provide for a child. Several generations of our family have been illiterate, so Da Zhu has to let him know a few words. The third aunt insisted.

"I'll talk about that later. Today's Chinese New Year, let's clink glasses together! I wish the whole family a safe and prosperous new year, and a good harvest! Grandpa Xiao picked up the bowl and drank it all in the blessings of the whole family.

At this moment, all the troubles and troubles, a year's toils and pains have faded away in this harmonious atmosphere, and the family enjoys this happy and joyful year.

At night, every household lit more lamps than usual, and some families didn't even light their usual oil lamps and lit candles extravagantly. Many families hung red lanterns on their gates and lit ice lanterns on the walls of their yards. The whole village is much brighter than usual, showing a strong New Year's flavor. The children frolicked on the street, playing from east to west, appreciating whose lights were on, whose blessings and hanging money were more, and whose yards and doors were beautifully decorated.

The women of the Xiao family were busy chopping stuffing, making noodles, and making dumplings, and Haizi also came over to help. Grandpa Xiao made a pot of strong tea and drank it slowly and methodically, with a long-lost smile on his face. From time to time, my uncle walked inside and out, packing up the supplies for the paper. Dazhu and his sister who ran out to play also came back at this time, helping the adults to put dumplings on the curtain, while telling the story of what they saw when they went out to play.

"This kid can't be diligent when he grows up, and he is lying down on dumplings." My aunt said as she demonstrated the big pillar.

"Third aunt, pack more money, I'll eat a few more." Said the big pillar.

"Wrap me with a marker, and I'll eat it too." Little Iron Egg Requested.

"Bags, all bags, all the money washed, eight. Make sure you can all eat it. Now the dumplings are frozen outside, and they are left to cook in the morning of the first day of the new year, and then they are eaten in the dark after the wrapping. Grandma Xiao explained.

After wrapping the dumplings, there is still a little noodles and filling left. Haizi knew that it was intentionally leftover, and Grandma Xiao said that the leftover skin would have clothes to wear next year, and the leftover stuffing would have food to eat next year. Farmers pay a lot of attention to the Chinese New Year, and they can't even say unlucky words such as 'gone' when they speak.

Grandpa Xiao drank enough tea, stood up and said, "Let's see what time it is, is it time to send paper, grab the front." ”

"Everyone wants to take the front, and this year goes by faster and faster." Grandma Xiao didn't want to send the paper too early, saying that the paper would pass quickly as soon as possible, and when she was older, she would think that the days would pass too quickly.

As he spoke, the sound of crackling firecrackers could be heard outside, and some people had already begun to hand out paper. The paper that the farmer calls is actually a ceremony held at the turn of the New Year and the old year, which is simple and interesting.

Grandpa Xiao asked his aunt to boil water first and prepare to cook dumplings. He called everyone out into the courtyard to watch the paper and set off firecrackers.

My uncle brought soybean stalks and sesame stalks and put them in the yard to light a fire. The soybean stalks are booming, and the sesame seeds are blooming, indicating good luck in the coming year. The soybean stalks and sesame stalks are also prepared.

Grandpa Xiao drew three circles on the ground and put three stacks of yellow paper, all of which had tables written on them. This is written by Haizi, with a copy of Grandpa Xiao's parents, a copy of Uncle Haizi's parents, and a copy of Haizi's father. Grandpa Xiao asked Uncle Haizi and Haizi to kowtow three times to the southeast and set the paper on fire. He also kowtowed to the south, lit another piece of paper, and scattered it three circles away, saying that it was to send away the ghosts and gods, and then he lit the stack of papers in front of him, and his mouth kept muttering.

Uncle lit the fire in the courtyard, Grandpa Xiao led the man to kowtow to the fire, and sprinkled some yellow paper into the fire, when the fire was burning, the big pillar under the command of the third aunt, set off firecrackers. In an instant, the sound of firecrackers was endless, bringing people's joy and expectation to a climax. After the cannon was fired, the flowers were released, and the festive atmosphere was pushed to a climax again and again. That is, before and after Grandpa Xiao's family issued the paper, every household in the tunzi also used the same ceremony to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new. The sound of firecrackers and joy reverberated in the sky, accompanied by the roaring firelight.

After the dumplings on Chinese New Year's Eve were cooked, my aunt threw a few into the fire and put a few more under the lantern pole. Everyone went back to the house together, ready to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings, and the ceremony of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new ended.

Go back to the house and set up the table. Grandpa Xiao led the whole family around a few pieces of paper in front of the ancestral offering table, lit incense, put a plate of Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings, and kowtowed before sitting around the table to eat dumplings. Grandpa Xiao still advised everyone to drink a little wine and say some auspicious words. The adults were not busy eating, watching the children gobble up and smiling and enjoying their happiness.

"I'm eating one", "I'm eating one, too". The children took out the copper coins from their mouths, the feeling of gently clucking their teeth, and the show-off of eating the copper coins, the taste was very beautiful and the happiness was in their hearts.

The children who are the first to eat will kowtow to the adults according to their generations. The elders said happily: "Okay, okay, don't knock." He took out a few small pieces of money from his pocket and distributed them to the children. The third aunt is the most generous this year, and one person gives the children a piece of the ocean to press the New Year, and Haizi also has a share. Grandpa Xiao wanted to say something, but because of the Chinese New Year, he swallowed it.

After the family ate Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings, Grandpa Xiao asked his uncle to replace the lanterns in each house and outside with new wax, and asked his aunt to bring a full pot of dumpling soup, so that everyone could drink a bowl, saying that the original soup turned into original food, and everything went smoothly in the coming year. I also asked the third aunt to bring up the slow frozen pears, frozen persimmons, and sand fruits, along with melon seeds and sugar, for the children to eat. He himself took out a deck of cards from the cupboard, laid out the mat, and set them up.

"Dad, you just go out and find someone to play, it's so boring to put yourself there." The third aunt knew that after eating Chinese New Year's Eve dumplings every year, her father would go out for half a night and only come back on the morning of the first day of the new year.

"Don't go, your eldest sister will finish cleaning up in a while, and we'll play." If you have bad luck in the dark at noon, and the year is not smooth, you will not go, and I will play with you at home. Grandpa Xiao said.

After cleaning up, the family huddled on a kang and ate snacks. Grandpa Xiao, Grandma Xiao, uncle, and aunt are playing cards in the kangtou. The third aunt led a few children to play galaha in the kang. Tie Dan wanted to sleep, but the third aunt didn't let him, saying that he had no energy to go to bed early at midnight for a year. So Tie Dan disturbed him, and the third aunt stopped him back and forth, teased him, and didn't let him get sleepy. Several children were playing around the third aunt, and the sound of laughter filled the room, diffusing in the midnight sky.

The farmer's New Year was very enjoyable, and it did not fade until after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. On the morning of the third day of the new year, Grandpa Xiao put away the ancestral tablet after offering incense to the ancestors according to the custom, and after doing the last worship ceremony. Of course, some farmers still have to worship until the fifth day of the new year, and some families worship three generations of clan relatives and do not withdraw for many years, but Grandpa Xiao's family is this custom, and it is enshrined until the third day of the new year every year. However, as soon as the ancestral tablet was withdrawn, Haizi felt that the taste of this year was much lighter, and a nameless melancholy quietly hit his heart.