In the morning, I went to the cemetery with my brother and uncles to worship my ancestors, the weather was bad, and there was a foot of mud and cannon fodder on the lunar calendar.

There is some arable land in the village, and in the early years, when a loved one died, their coffins would be buried deep in the cultivated land, and some were hidden in the woods.

When autumn comes, many villagers like to go into the woods, use bamboo rakes to pull the leaves that have fallen from pine trees on the ground, and carry them home with large firewood baskets to make firewood for cooking.

Some villagers have built not only monuments for their ancestors' ancestral graves, but also cement rings and cement blankets for sacrifices.

However, most of them are in disrepair, some of the monuments have collapsed, and some of the tombs without monuments have collapsed, and they have been polished by the years as if they were flat.

The most terrifying thing in my memory is that there are deep, deep holes next to some of the mounds......

When I was a child, I watched a lot of ghost movies, thinking that they were deceitful corpses or ghosts...... Later, my dad told me that it was an animal that had eaten the corpses of dead people, and I couldn't remember exactly what it was.

I just really admire the villagers who dare to go to the deep forest to pick up firewood, if they accidentally fall into which pit, they must not be scared half to death?

However, it is possible that only the faint of heart will think so.

Or maybe it's just my psychology.

When I was at home during the summer vacation, the girls in the village invited me to wash my clothes in the river deep in the woods.

But once you walk through the path through this forest, you can always feel an inexplicable coolness.

When I walk alone, I am even quieter than panicked.

But at this moment, accompanied by my brothers, sisters and uncles, walking in the woods where many people are buried, my heart is not so afraid.

My grandparents, who have passed away for a long time, are buried in a field 500 meters behind my house, and ancestor worship begins with them.

Dad and brother resisted incense, candles and firecrackers, the second uncle resisted a basket of sacrifices for ancestors, and several cousins and cousins, and a large family traveled through mountains and rivers to worship ancestors all morning.

There were also several cannon battles in the whole forest, and each family sacrificed to its ancestors.

First less paper and incense candles, after the cannon, everyone knelt down and kowtowed.

The soft mud was quite damp, and when I wore several layers of cotton pants, the dirty water could seep into the underwear.

After walking a few distances, my shoes were a little wet, and my feet and knees felt slimy and uncomfortable.

When I encounter an old grave with a vague inscription, the older uncle, the second uncle, the third uncle and the father will always discuss and study in front of a few of our juniors, and after a deep conversation, we will always talk about how this person died.

In general, people at that time did not live very long, there were still those who had gray hair at the age of forty or fifty, and some were born during the Great Leap Forward and starved to death...... They are all a group of hard-working ancestors.

Our village is not big, and the place within a radius of ten miles is counted together with farmland and vegetable fields.

Today's sky is gray, and there is a muffled sound of artillery in the air, which is very boring.

After a busy morning, I finally finished the sacrifice of the "ancestors".

When I got home, I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, but fortunately my mother had already prepared lunch.

After the family finished lunch, they began to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

The Spring Festival couplets I bought this year are: smooth sailing, good every year, all the best. Horizontal batch: auspicious stars shine brightly.

My mother took out a bowl of flour, mixed it with water, and put it in a pot to cook, so that the batter made is the most suitable for paste spring couplets.

It works better than the glue you bought.

My dad brought a big wooden ladder, I held the glue high, my mother escalated the ladder, and my brother handed it to my dad with the Spring Festival couplets.

Dad took a small brush to dip the batter, smeared a layer on the wall where the Spring Festival couplets were to be pasted, and then carefully took the Spring Festival couplets and carefully pressed them on the wall.

The batter is not so easy to dry, and if it is accidentally crooked or wrinkled, it can be gently buckled up and re-applied.

After sticking one side, take a clean brush and carefully brush it on the surface of the Spring Festival couplets, and the upper couplets will be "obedient" and honestly glued to the wall.

The matter of pasting Spring Festival couplets is the most urgent.

A sticker is to manage for a year, and only when it is pasted, it will not be blown off by the wind so easily.

Moreover, the Spring Festival couplets are made of paper, and after being stained with paste, they are easy to soak, and if they are a little too strong, they are easy to tear off, and the Spring Festival couplets will be scrapped.

When pasting, you need to work with multiple people, the top one pinchs the corner, the person below pulls away against the wall, and you also need one in the middle to help hold the waist of the couplet, so that the paste is smooth and beautiful.

After pasting one side, Dad slowly climbed down and moved the ladder to put up the banner.

He told me to spread the banner on the ground, and after filling the batter with batter, he asked my brother to hand it to him.

I pulled the batter on the ground, carefully applied an even layer of batter on the back of the Spring Festival couplets, and smiled at Ling Ming: "Brother, give."

The elder brother handed the banner to his father, who held the banner and asked, "Is this right?"

My mother said, "No, no, you go to the right a little bit, not centered."

Dad held the banner and moved it a little to the right, but it was a little tilted.

I said anxiously, "Dad, your left hand should be slightly raised, this banner is a little crooked."

Dad glanced at me, adjusted his left hand, and Ling Ming said excitedly: "Okay, that's it, that's it, just right, Dad, don't move, just paste it."

After listening to this, my father pressed the banner on the wall and said happily: "Okay, our family's 'auspicious star highlight' can be regarded as pasted, and my arm is sore." Girl, wow, do you know why you have to post Spring Festival couplets every year? ”

I smiled and said, "Huh? There should be two reasons. ”

My brother turned his head to look at me and asked with interest, "What are the two reasons?"

I said, "One reason is the custom of the Chinese New Year, and sticking Spring Festival couplets is a symbol of welcoming the spring and receiving blessings."

My mom smiled and asked, "What about the other one?"

I smiled and said, "This is the other one...... Hey...... I heard that it is the monster of the 'year' that will bring bad luck to people, and it only comes out of the hole in the thirtieth month of the month, fortunately it is afraid of firecrackers and spring couplets, which is the spring couplet, is to scare away the year beast. ”

My father looked at me with satisfaction: "It seems that this book is not in vain, you don't need me to teach you to know."

I pouted: "I didn't learn this in class, this is what I said in the TV series "Fu Lu Shou", and that's what it says."

The old mother urged: "Don't talk about it, I still have to cook the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner after pasting the Spring Festival." If it drags on any longer, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start. ”

Dad went down the ladder, moved the ladder, and pasted the couplet, a few of us worked together, in one go, skillfully pasted the couplet.

After pasting the Spring Festival couplets, the elder brother went into the living room, held the melon seed box, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and watched TV while knocking melon seeds.

In the countryside, they all think that boys do big things, "ten fingers do not touch the spring water", do not wash clothes, do not need to cook, in addition to studying, in addition to helping to cut rice when the farm is busy......

Most of the time, Ling Ming's little life was much more nourishing than mine.

However, fortunately, I have a father who can be called a "warm man", not to mention the good dishes he cooks, and he can help my mother do the housework in his usual housework, and he is never ambiguous.

In my opinion, it's not the kind of uncle who really "doesn't touch the spring water with ten fingers" is the master, but the "warm man" of the Chinese 21st century like my dad who can go to the hall and the kitchen is the real man.

In comparison, I don't think my aunt is as happy as my mother. For so many years, the laundry and cooking were all hers, and her uncle was reluctant to do things like making a fire in an earthen stove when he was free to make money.

Growing up, I followed my mother to do laundry and cooking, sweeping and folding clothes, knitting sweaters, and doing other household chores, but Ling Ming didn't have to do it.

Although my family's "patriarchal" thinking is not serious, in the rural environment, my childhood is too much "fulfilling" than Ling Ming's.

Of course, he is not all the real kind of big "young master", and he can't do the hard work, and he has no way to shirk.

There is not a single child in the countryside who has not carried a hoe into the field, let alone a seedling that has been planted in the field.

Every autumn harvest is busy, and I begin to understand why everyone wants to have a son in the past few decades.

Because there is a real shortage of labor, like resisting rice, rolling millet, piling haystacks, raking the ground to loosen the soil...... These strenuous tasks are all physical work, and it is much easier for boys than for girls.

Luckily, I'm not the eldest daughter in the family, so I don't have to fight a hoe to rake the ground.

All I do is sprinkle vegetable seeds in the harrowed field, which is raked by my parents or my brother.

My kitchen is not small, about 20 square meters.

But when the Chinese New Year's Eve was cooked, three people were huddled inside, and the room was steaming, and the vegetables were all over the floor...... It's a little crowded.

I wanted to help my mother chop vegetables, but my mother felt sorry for me and was afraid that she would cut it, so she wouldn't let me do it.

She told me to peel the garlic on the ground and soak the mushrooms in hot water, and told me to watch TV, saying that it was enough for her and my father.

I went to the living room and grabbed a handful of sugar oranges for the two of them, put them on the steaming morning, peeled them, and handed one to my father, who was chopping wood: "Dad, it's sweet, you can taste it."

Dad's hands were full of ash, he opened his mouth, caught the orange I gave, and said while biting: "Well, this orange is good, hurry up and peel one for your mother to taste."

I peeled another one and stuffed it into my mother's mouth, who was chopping vegetables, and she was eating the orange and saying to me, "Good, go play, don't make a mess in the kitchen."

I grinned and said, "Hey, okay." Ordered, this is to retreat. ”

Coming to the living room, Ling Ming was watching "Eight Immortals Across the Sea" with relish.

I was surprised: "Wow, this is the New Year, and the old TV series will come out."

My brother knocked on the melon seeds and said, "I've turned it all over, and there's nothing to look at." Why don't you go to fireworks? ”

I excitedly said, "Okay, okay."

Standing by the sand pit at the door, two people held fireworks in their hands and lit them.

"......"

After the fire was burned, a burst of cannon roared out, "Chirp~", a Martian cannon barrel was launched, and I felt a tremor in the palm of my right hand holding the handle of the flower cannon.

"Smack~"

A tiny spark rises into the sky and blooms into a beautiful firework......

There were about ten fireworks, and two people stood at the door like this, and set off five or six fireworks, and it was dark.

Some families in the village have successively opened Chinese New Year's Eve dinners, and in an instant, the fireworks are bright, and the crackling firecrackers are also ringing one after another.

Every family set off that kind of large fireworks in their own yards, and Ling Ming and I climbed up to the second floor and stood on the balcony to enjoy the fireworks.

"Children, it's time to eat, come and help serve the dishes and eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner."

Mom shouted upstairs.

I woke up my grandfather, who was sleeping in the room, and pulled him downstairs for Chinese New Year's Eve.

The two of us went downstairs to help set up the dishes and chopsticks, my father asked my brother to help fight the firecrackers, my father lit the firecrackers, and lit the firecrackers, and our fireworks finally filled the sky with a "boom" and joined the "fireworks" competition......

Five people stood at the door to enjoy the fireworks, and after the cannons, they were transferred to the central set to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Before the meal, my parents, and my grandfather each prepared two New Year's money, and my brother and I happily took the money......

This is a heavy New Year's money that has been waiting for a year, hehe, it's good to celebrate the New Year.