The dying years of flavor

I do not know things for the sake of change or the older, more and more light on the years of experience. The best years, or in memory, remain in the distant childhood.
I remember the time in the country, one to the twelfth lunar month, the family began to get busy. Mothers to spend time with cleaning the house, children should wash feet, put on new clothes to do, dress up the next new, walking in the street, people look their total suspicion. Then is steamed rice cakes, steamed BEAN BAG. The yellow rice ground into a face, I remember using a horse-drawn stone, grinding the corn flour mixed with a good surface, in a large bowl, made in the heat kang. Hair Okay, stick a package sitting on the kang BEAN BAG. Neighbors or relatives of the girl will come and help, a group of people sitting together, chatting and laughing. Wrap, and put the pot steaming, after starting out on the curtains on the outside get freeze up, this winter will not need to steam up. Then that package frozen dumplings. And on a large pan of flour, and then, and on a large pan of stuffing, wrapped up on the outside also freeze up and are cooked breakfast each day in the first month frozen dumplings. To 28, his father began to dig the yard out of frozen pork, place of cold water, and then on the pot. Back home, Yixian curtain, watching his mother in the ground past men working on the house hot steam steaming, the aroma flutter from the children's feelings on the excitement, eagerly looking forward to good things to eat. New Year's Eve night, a group of people sit together, dumplings, he stayed to listen to crosstalk. The family had no television to watch, if any, and watch the Spring Festival Evening stars Dance Macabre, not to the ancestors for the shell-shocked. The only entertainment is to play a poker, or to provide a lantern outside the sect, a club into the West family out, marching on the road of snow, spot squash. Who started to go to relatives stopping by, to the elders to pay, and knock a header into the corner will be the second angle ranging from New Year's money. Pear fruit to eat is frozen, the best drink is tea. However, there is a little special year, a relative brought home two bottles of cider, while adults out of the martial arts, my brother and stealing wine, taste sweet, drink up and can not be stopped, the result flushed drinking, waiting, lying kang Shuileyitian. Although the poor then, but still flies all joy.
Back in town after the New Year feeling light year after year. Pockets are not short of money, buy a lot of things, but do not want to do, basically to buy ready-made. To buy several bags of frozen dumplings, the restaurant, in the refrigerator, is not required to package frozen dumplings. Building to the people do not know, you go to someone's New Year? Put a firecracker, but also to find a place for fear of fire, fear of surprise to others. To the child's New Year's money, not the corner of the second corner, but 1 000 2000, will not lead to a head knock. Children do not walk around carrying a lantern, or played computer games, or sitting in front of the television and Jay training nunchakus.
I think that is a kind of happiness and hard experience, is compared to exist, is not absolute, is relative. When you do not realize that hard when you're happy. When you work with their limited income, carefully calculating the buy something, gusto to eat, that is the most happy. Even if you have a lot of money, you talk to buy, buy things piling up, but you can not feel how delicious these things, nor do I feel so happy.
Next year, I never been to an annual account to the countryside.