: Year of the pig? year by year?

Year of the pig? year by year?
When I was writing, there were many problems. The most criticized thing about my wife was the need for a quiet environment.
Therefore, at the time of writing, my family is usually quiet.
Sometimes I feel sorry for my wife. She is a spicy Guanzhong woman who is now used to crippling at home.
Only when I was lying at the door to check if I was smoking, can I have the majesty of a heroine.
In the evening, there was a sudden sound of firecrackers outside the window ...
I looked out the window angrily, my ears had lost their function, and the plot I just conceived was also disturbed by this meaningless crackling noise.
The people upstairs were setting off firecrackers, and the firecrackers exploded, and the scarlet red oil paper swirled like red petals and fell from the air.
Congratulations ...
The sound of firecrackers stopped, and the world did not quiet down. There were still sounds of firecrackers exploding in the ears because of the window opening.
It was too late to close the window, and the sound of firecrackers sounded, and then the whole world seemed to be shrouded in firecrackers.
The smell of gunpowder came as if it was the end of the world ...
The wife brought a firecracker and saw my face was not good, hesitating whether to continue to hand it to me.
"Today is a young year and I always want to shoot!"
In the sound of firecrackers, her voice seemed exceptionally serene, like the voice of her mother thirty years ago.
"Hong'er, you should go to shoot ..."
The first hanging firecracker of Xiaonian in the northwest is particular. Only the head of the family or the eldest son of the family can ignite this hanging firecracker.
My father worked abroad all year round. Since I was three years old, my mother has been holding me. In the envious eyes of my sisters, I ignited the first gun in my life.
By the time I was seven or eight years old, I had dared to ignite any artillery battles my father had brought. This was a big achievement.
I ignited this firecracker, and this thing came one after another.
When I was young, after this firecracker was lit, all the doors of happiness would be opened one by one.
Year of the Pig-There is pig urine bubble play.
The pig's bladder is a very strange thing. As long as it is rubbed in the hand and blown, it will gradually become bigger and eventually become as big as a football. So, a group of kids can play on the valley. All day ...
When frying pancakes, my mother often fry something called Thousand Knives, which is the best thing I remember.
The outside is a golden egg crust, the inside is minced pork and mashed potatoes. After deep-frying, it is steamed in a cage and becomes an indispensable main dish.
Of course, as the eldest son, I can't wait to eat before the Chinese New Year, and my mother is particularly good at me.
Therefore, I holding a piece of thousand knives that had not been cut with a knife became the envy of everyone.
"Call Lord to give you a piece!"
Thirty-eight years ago, the patience of the food was always surprisingly low. Watching the buddies call me "ye" one by one under the temptation of Qiandaoshu, then the Qiandaoshu eat up Always exceptionally sweet.
Although I still don't understand why people must do this.
Then ... there are oranges in my family ...
Since my father was a rare person who ate the national food in the whole village, when the doorman was sent to the village, my family would always be at the forefront. At this time, my father would stand and invite all the people present to smoke and give back "White Horse Feet" with a colorful mask is fifty cents!
The actor of ‘White Horse Feet’ will always be the head of a family surnamed Tian, ​​which seems to be hereditary.
I still haven't figured out what the "White Horse Feet" really is. I trancely think that it is a thing related to the annual festival, or it is a very rustic spirit.
He was covered with bells, and he shook his body every step of the way ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It made the bells ring, which was really nice.
He will walk around in my yard, shaking his body constantly, so my yard will be tempered by the sound of bells.
He will also breathe fire ... In the violent drums, and the harsh cymbals, grab a handful of finely ground toner from the leather pocket of the waist loop, and sprinkle it on the torch, a big ball The dark red fire will rise to the sky ... Of course, such a beautiful and warm scene needs to be seen until the fifteenth of the first month.
It may be that my father gave too little money. I begged for a long time, and he refused to breathe fire in my house.
Paying tribute to ancestors is a very uncomfortable thing, not only to kneel, but also to kowtow, the father has to chatter, not to laugh at will.
Father doesn't care about this during Chinese New Year.
The consequence of my laughter was that my father had taken a shoe sole on the 16th day of the first lunar month, which made me even more disliked the ancestor.
After my father died in the early years, I forgot what he beat me, only remember that he became my ancestor.
I never laughed again when I worshipped my ancestors every year.
If he can survive, he can beat me again, how old he will be ...
After the death of my father, the New Year is very boring, and the matter of shooting is always on my head.
After putting it for many years, the guts that I exercised as a child gradually disappeared. I dare to hold a two-kick to fire a cannon, but now I was shocked by a little whip.
My wife brought a bamboo pole and let me pick up the firecrackers. After it was lit, the firecrackers exploded and I was shrouded in smoke.
This year is the Year of the Pig. It should be ‘year by year’ for me. I ’ve spent 45 years.
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