With the footsteps of the Spring Festival day by day, the people in the mountain village began to get busy, and there were pedestrians shuttling back and forth on the asphalt road every day, busy buying New Year's goods, and busy with the last business transaction of the year.

Meng Ting is the only son in the family, and a few days ago, she had to temporarily close the books that accompanied her soul to help her parents clean up the housework and prepare for the annual Spring Festival.

Due to the hard work of my parents, for several years in a row, my family's tea and melons and fruits have been sold well, and there is an endless stream of people who come to the mountains to purchase. Meng Ting's parents then chose to contract more land, grow a large amount of tea, fresh fruits and vegetables, and also hired many workers.

The unique climate and geography of the mountain countryside make the tea, fruits and vegetables grown here have a strong natural taste. The fresh taste naturally leads to good sales, and after the mountain is connected to the road, the annual income is more than double. This year, Meng Ting's family lived in a newly built two-story building, and what was even more surprising was that her father also bought a car. This year's harvest and this year's changes indicate that this Spring Festival will be a happy and happy festival.

Meng Ting's family of three traveled through the mountain highway in the car that her father had just bought, going to the town and the county to buy New Year's goods.

The former town has also changed dramatically, with large shopping malls and supermarkets, as well as stalls piled up on both sides of the road. There are many kinds of New Year's goods in the mall, which is dazzling. For several days, Meng Ting followed her parents to buy window grilles, lanterns, vegetables and meat, and new clothes. The busyness of celebrating the Spring Festival is always enjoyable, and the warmth of the New Year flows in the sweat. Meng Ting also deliberately bought a lot of decorations, and on the New Year's Day, she wanted to decorate her new bedroom.

For the joy of this year's harvest, the village also sets off fireworks in the square in front of the village on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The day before Chinese New Year's Eve, Meng Ting was busy, dressing up the newly bought decorations in the bedroom according to her own taste, pasting the window flowers symbolizing the festival on the windows facing the sun, and hanging the scented bags with the fragrance of lilies on the windowsill, thinking that opening the windows every morning, not only the natural smell in the breeze, but also the fragrance of lilies can fill her cabin. Bouquets of newly bought flowers were placed in vases, and newly bought wallpaper was also pasted by themselves, embroidered with flower-blooming meadows, spring sunshine, butterflies fluttering around the flowers, and a clear stream flowing slowly in the distance.

Meng Ting looked at her bedroom with thousands of flowers in full bloom, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and felt that as soon as she walked into the bedroom, it was like walking into the arms of Mother Nature, and she could reverie everything about herself.

On the evening of Chinese New Year's Eve, Meng Ting and Liu Jingjing came to the newly built square in the village early. As soon as night fell, the square was already full of people, and the people in the village gathered together to talk and laugh, talking about what they had thought and seen in the past year. Children weave back and forth in the crowd of people in the square, laughing and laughing. Everyone is looking forward to tonight's fireworks display, and their faces are full of excitement and excitement.

The fireworks are still being prepared at the moment, but from the atmosphere wafting through the air, you know that tonight's fireworks must be exceptionally beautiful and tonight's excitement must be unforgettable. The Spring Festival is a festival of spring, the great changes in life, the notes of the new era are jumping, and the feeling of a better life seems to turn into a warm face tonight, which will be revealed with the blooming fireworks.

With a loud bang, bunches of fireworks soared into the sky, lighting up the night sky in an instant, turning the night sky into a sea of flowers. The colorful fireworks are like shining stars in the sky, red as fire, white as snow, green as grass, and purple as the glow, dressing the dark night sky into a colorful picture. The shouts of the crowd on the ground, especially the laughter of children, were louder than the roar of fireworks. With a roar and a burst of joy, the sleeping mountains were awakened at that time to share the jubilation of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Meng Ting and Liu Jingjing held their mobile phones and kept taking pictures of the sea of flowers blooming in the night sky, and every beautiful moment was captured and frozen, and every scene and scene was pinned on beautiful hopes and the light of love.

The fireworks show lasted for more than an hour, and the air was filled with the smell of fireworks, but the smell was not offensive, because the strong smell of the New Year was contained in it. That night, red lanterns were hung at the door of every house, standing in the spacious alley in the middle of the village, at a glance, it was like a red corridor, and the fiery red light decorated the alley at night like a newlywed cave house. Meng Ting, who was born in the mountains and grew up in the mountains, saw such a lively Chinese New Year's Eve for the first time in her life.

After the fireworks show, people in the village visit each other, and groups of children in the alleys play and play, interpreting the joy of New Year's Eve in their own innocent way. That night, Meng Ting was also pulled to her home by Liu Jingjing, watched the Spring Festival Gala, and did not go home until ten o'clock in the evening.

The falling snowflakes bring the footsteps of the new year, and the years are like an express car that will grow old little by little. The first time I returned home from thousands of miles away, I thought that the days at home in the future would only get fewer and fewer. At that moment, how warm and beautiful home was. Countless fireworks and countless firecrackers woke up the mountain world in my heart from the night of sleep and felt the joy of the festival with me. As I grew up, countless memories of the past turned into memories; I have more thoughts, and I don't know where I will be in the future. How I envy the flowers in my hometown, if I lose this year, I will bloom again next year, and I can always freeze in one place and enjoy the most beautiful time. On the day of reunion, I wish that we were like the flowers of our hometown, with only countless joys and no worries. We should never be fireworks that bloom tonight, only a moment of beauty, too late to linger, it has turned into clouds. As the clock is about to strike midnight, I am quietly thinking that the last sunset on Chinese New Year's Eve is my sincere wish to you, and the first ray of sunshine tomorrow is my heartfelt greeting to you.

- Meng Ting