Some people think that happiness is a day to eat a lot of delicacies, some people think happiness is a luxury villa, some people think that happiness is said not over of money, but I think happiness is very simple, my grandmother gave me package dumplings delicious is the world's most happiness, that kind of happiness, let me to forget.
Is in the north, the Spring Festival New Year's eve eat dumplings, dumplings will have put a few COINS in the inside, if who eat to have dumplings of the coin, then prove to the annual meeting of more happiness and good fortune, when I was a child, for money no concept, when the New Year's day is not how much look forward to receive a red envelope, but can eat a few rich dumplings, New Year's day, eat to have the front in, is directly related to the number of the inside of the friend, know more, then face bigger, in order to increase their capital of ostentation, every New Year's day, I will eat dumplings to muster all his strength.
I remember when I was five years old, the first pot of dumplings had just come out of the pot. I didn't wait for the dumplings to be finished. The grown-ups didn't sit down, so they couldn't wait to grab a plate of dumplings and eat them. See me, grandmother hurriedly say: "don't worry, don't worry, wait for everybody to eat together, the child is not good manners! I'll take it hot. "Well -- no, no, I'll take it!" I'm afraid my grandmother wouldn't let me eat my pet. "One, two? Six." I was working hard, but I was not in the middle of it, and then my family ate one after another, and I got angry! Really, this dumpling is against me on purpose! The more I think about it, the more I think of it, the more I think about it, the more I think about it. Seeing me, grandma got up to the kitchen and brought up a plate of dumplings, and said, "the cold dumplings are not delicious. Come and eat hot food. Maybe there is money in this dish. Try it!" Reluctantly, I picked up a small bite! "Ah! Across my teeth! Really rich!" I couldn't help screaming. Looking at me happy, grandma also laughed! Say "come, eat a few more, see no more." At this time, the idea of not eating jiaozi has disappeared! I eat big again. After that, I was in the mouth to see "money", I was excited to be unable to, that kind of happiness is more than any material to bring me feelings. I thought: this is destiny! I can't help it! Ha ha! In the next few years, I can eat a lot of money on my plate every year.
Later, I realized that in order for me to have a good mood, my grandmother would secretly pack a dish of "happy" dumplings, almost full of money, for me every year. Now, grandma has passed away, and I have no chance to eat the dumplings made by my grandmother, but my taste of dumplings and my grandma's love for me will never be forgotten.
After the fathers had been sacrificed to the father, we drove along the path to our mother's ancestors, along with the sound of firecrackers, the sounds of questioning and the laughter of the ears.
Since the graves of my mother's ancestors were more than a dozen miles away, and all of them were country roads, we were in a hurry to catch up earlier. Because just snowed, the road is not very easy, we decided not to go into gully, but from the hillside to find the path with the dry point, suddenly, I saw a lonely grave, weeds from birth, and no one visit.
I thought, if people really have the spirit of heaven, don't they feel lonely, their children? I told dad the idea.
The father said: "to worship the deceased ancestors, formerly a feudal superstition activity, but now, has simplified, is only a kind of etiquette, is to own ancestors of respect."
After the meal, my father said, "this year our country has suffered a snowstorm, so many people can't rush home to celebrate the New Year, but they have been talking on the phone to greet their families. If people knew it first, they would understand it.
"There are still many people, they are busy in their respective jobs, this year our country will host the Olympic Games, the country is speeding up development, everyone is working hard!"
I thought, "yes, if the ancestors knew it, they would understand and be happy. People are building a good new life."
Before long, we arrived at mother's ancestral grave, the same feelings, the same worship, I also solemnly made three bow.
Walking back, I found a new cement road to the mountain village, there are many busy people, carrying bag, and walked out this unfinished road, on their way to their jobs.
A lunar New Year, no doubt, is sound, taste and township.
A New Year's eve firecrackers. Melody in the New Year, fireworks is low and grand drums, heavy yet explosive, accompanied by a large umbrella of scattering flowers, jinlong fall and arc of the rainbow, here every corner of the flower, a pair of, a group of cheng fang, a piece, a world, in a sudden the incomparable luster. And on the square table, and celebrate the applause, light spirit is ringing, can not help but think of "harps friend" -- it is natural to performance, the smile of gentle feeling let everyone around without his joy. Then a sound clear gong, it is in the middle of the night the cheer of the New Year, is not so short but lingering sound waves, times, stretches, like a stream, seeped into next year. In the end, a string of bells sound, it so mysterious, as if the passage of time, is at the end of the sea and the nien beast roar.
Through every form, and to have bouts of aroma. Like bacon that hard sweet, like the mutton soup hot sweet, like the natural aroma of coarse grains like steamed bread fresh incense, sweet like a sausage chewy, like dumplings a pack of sweet juice, like nuts, crisp sweet, like good old 994 stuffed sweet ChunChun... The fragrance, as they themselves. A wisp of fragrance, flavor, a dish, a table, a handful of happiness. I like dumplings, white white fat, quietly lying on the soup. It successfully, that sweet thick sesame paste, now a love heart.
JianJu the most popular cartoon "bears in the New Year's day" in a situation: even if a lumberjack, also know that mother's dumplings, dad's wine, are looking forward to the calendar page, end the arrival of the New Year's eve. Whether it's cold rime, shaking winter bamboo shoot, a speeding train, shimmering bright lights... Township, there is only one, let the wanderer to gallop tirelessly.
But you have such a scene: in the mobile phone clicking, hands of quick-frozen dumplings immodesty slide to the ground, fell to pieces, like a boom ray reminds you, want to travel to Hong Kong this year Spring Festival. So, the sound? Taste? Township?
It was a long holiday, so I had nothing to do with it. The weather is so good, the sun is warm, gently licking my face... I remember the most pleasing thing when I was young was bathing in the sun, eating a big apple, lying on the sofa, and turning a comic book. The sunshine in the bright red apple, my face is red! Maybe it's the light of the apple on the face! I think. Is it more difficult to meet the bigger the people? Now there is sunshine, apples, books, and all that, but why the heart is like old age. There are no palpitations in life, no surprise, no desire.
During the holiday, I heard that the next class in high school was in a party and was jealous. So the phone, one of the greetings. Do you feel surprised and unfamiliar with the phone? "Each farewell is a meeting for the sake of it." A friend of mine said that. At that time, I was in the third grade class. I always had deep pain in my heart. When the petals fell out of the window, I always felt that the tears seemed to go down with them. So the crazy writing of the students, stare in a daze of a familiar or strange face. They say I'm too sentimental. Maybe... Standing on the top floor of the teaching building, looking at the blue sky, and the white clouds, "the day after the day is so beautiful, bar..." I squinted and said to myself that I had never stopped moving in my heart.
But the original time can dilute all. The tape has been in love because too long out of tune, now even the friendship is out of tune. Nothing in the world is eternal. The tape is so, the friendship is so, the miss is so, so so... High school is happy, childhood is also happy, but the joy of the young is like a gorgeous butterfly, beautiful and untrue. Use the lyrics: "the apple is still the apple, the sun is still the sun, the classmate is the student, the sky or the sky." Some feelings like the footprints of the seaside, some deep, some shallow, some people walk far, some people walk near. When the tide of time comes, everything will pass away. Even if you do not want, you have the helplessness.
Now, the window is no one will lamps and candles of a myriad families, remembering the happy time, even in the corner of the mind. When I look back, the person is in the dim light!