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Every year in the Spring Festival, it is the Spring Festival again.

The Spring Festival is reunion, the Spring Festival is parting, the Spring Festival is lovesickness, the Spring Festival is loneliness------ the Spring Festival is a festival of time rotation and year replacement, and the Spring Festival is an object that contains too much content of social life.

With the first rays of sunshine in the morning, Chinese New Year's Eve in 1996 arrived. Every household put up lanterns, posted New Year pictures, wrote Spring Festival associations, welcomed friends, and celebrated the New Year, and the quaint village of Liantang also added a touch of joy and excitement because of the arrival of Chinese New Year's Eve.

The streets crisscrossed the city with a bustling crowd of people more than usual; The hawkers' shouts are usually louder; In the warm homes, the children are sharing sweets and trying on new clothes, while the adults are busy shopping and cooking New Year's dinners; At the station, there are more passengers than usual, and everyone wants to return home to their loved ones as soon as possible...... Everything is being prepared for Chinese New Year's Eve.

Facing the arrival of this festival, which began to make many people happy and melancholy, Liang Shirong now feels relatively calm and calm. Because he no longer needs to book a car, a boat, a plane ticket, etc., like many people, and so on.

However, Liang Shirong seems to find it difficult to get much satisfaction from these eases that he no longer needs, as if he suddenly triggered a quiet feeling of loss when he was about to go home for the Spring Festival.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Liang Shirong bought the New Year's goods and drove home to celebrate the New Year.

Approaching the door of the house, I saw two middle-aged men in old clothes waiting on the left side of the door, and when I saw Liang Shirong getting off the car with a large bag of New Year's goods, he stepped forward with an arrow and knelt down.

Seeing this, Liang Shirong hurriedly put down the New Year's goods in his hand and helped them up.

When Liang Shirong learned from their mouths: his son Liang Feihan owed them an unsettled payment for broiler chickens, and wanted to ask for some money to go home for the New Year.

Liang Shirong took out the 30,000 yuan cash withdrawn from CCB in the afternoon from his handbag to go home for the New Year, and said apologetically: "The dog is not angry, and it will affect you." ”

After Liang Shirong finished speaking, he gave each of them 1 yuan, and said to them: "This little meaning is to pay New Year's greetings to the two in advance." Hurry up and buy some New Year's goods and go home for the New Year. ”

After the two people took the money, they said in a loud voice: "Thank you Boss Liang for your understanding, I have heard that Boss is a philanthropist, and he really deserves his reputation!" ”

Liang Shirong looked at their distant backs, and sighed with embarrassment: "There are still some freezing points in society, I hope I can do something for these people who are deep in the freezing point." ”

Chinese New Year's Eve, how lively and joyful. What a warm and happy time it is for families to gather and eat together for a New Year's dinner, and the Chinese New Year's Eve in the countryside is full of joyful scenes. Chinese New Year's Eve is like a reunion wind blowing together young and old, men and women.

At this time, for Liang Shirong, not seeing his son come back made him worried, and there was no warmth and happiness at all.

Liang Shirong braved the cold wind, bent his back, standing next to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village, looking forward to his son's return. Wangwang, the big yellow dog at home, also shook his head and tail and stood by his master's side, waiting for the return of the young master.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, every house is brightly lit and there is hardly anyone outside. The night is so quiet that it doesn't belong to this world. The huge sky, dark and weird, but because of the silver light of the bright moon and it looks elegant and quiet, a few birds, quietly crossed, a few stars, scattered in the air at will......

Liang Shirong's wife and daughter came to the entrance of the village, and Liang Shirong was quietly lost, so he had to go home with his wife and daughter.

He silently looked at the bowl of white rice and the pair of chopsticks filled for his son, and a kind of family affection that was inseparable from his heart came to his heart. This kind of watchfulness is a paternal love that pierces the heart.

The past is full of memories. On the eve of each Spring Festival when Liang Shirong went to Guangzhou to work alone, when his mother was alive, he lived in his brother's house in the countryside, and Liang Shirong returned home to reunite with his mother and relatives every Spring Festival, no matter how busy he was. Liang Shirong said: "No matter how far the way home, the Spring Festival is to go home, return to relatives, and return to the arms of mothers!" ”

In any case, going home during the Spring Festival has a warm and intimate feeling of returning to him, a wandering person. When Liang Shirong was young, although his family was poor, when the Spring Festival was approaching, his mother would let him go to a lime kiln a few miles away, pick up some lime, then melt it with water and stir it into a soup, and then dip it with a millet broom and smear it on the blackened soil walls of the house, so as to decorate the old house whiter. Mother said that the people in her hometown called this house sweeping. After that, it is time to make him a new pair of shoes, modify or sew a new dress.

At that time, there was a shortage of materials and a hard life. A few years ago, I could reserve a little more rice, and I would be satisfied if I took it to the rice room to make white rice. In the Chinese New Year's Eve, if anyone can eat a meal of white rice, the year will be considered okay. However, even if it is so difficult, people's expectations for the New Year are very deep and even cheerful for the Spring Festival.

For many years, my mother spent the winter at the house of her eldest brother in the countryside. Approaching the twenty-eighth o'clock of the lunar month, he returned to his hometown to clean and clean, clean up his house, and wait for his son to return for the New Year.

When he arrived in his hometown, returned to his hometown, and felt his mother's love, Liang Shirong seemed to really feel the close connection of blood and the smoothness of his roots. On the day of Chinese New Year's Eve Chinese New Year's Eve, with his mother, brother, sister-in-law, nephew, and niece, the big red Spring Festival couplets written by Liang Shirong himself were pasted on the door; The elder brother also hung a red lantern on the gate, and it was a lively scene. Although the mother was old, she was also in the house, and she turned in and out of the door, and a smile appeared on her face from time to time.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, after a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, I gathered with my mother and relatives to laugh and laugh, and the joyful atmosphere was diffused in the night of Chinese New Year's Eve. After the nephew and niece had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, they took the money and happily walked out of the door to set off firecrackers and flowers. Liang Shirong specially helped his mother out to watch, the deafening sound of firecrackers seemed to drive away the psychological haze, the gorgeous flowers, and ignited the joy of relatives, this full of warmth, cheerfulness, and satisfaction made Liang Shirong feel that it was good to go home for the New Year!

Now, more than 20 years have passed. 20 years ago, I spent the Spring Festival with my mother and relatives, but my mother passed away in the first winter of the 70s. After the death of his mother, whenever the Spring Festival comes, Liang Shirong will recall the Spring Festival he spent with his mother and relatives, and how he hopes that such a scene can be reproduced and let time freeze at that moment. However, although the spring breeze has repeatedly greened the branches, the Spring Festival is constantly aging.

The sun and the moon are reincarnated, and it is the Spring Festival again. But this year's Spring Festival is not the Spring Festival of 40 years ago, it should be happy, but Liang Shirong's melancholy is difficult to dissipate! Exactly: "When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness." ”