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In those years, how do we play

Time: 2015-05-08 Source: Reprinted Edit: 36 degrees Reading: Times

Chinese New Year should be a time to rest and play. Thinking back to the New Year's play from childhood to now, it's really different.

In the 1950s, when I was a kid, I was celebrating Chinese New Year in Beijing. One of my memories is to set off firecrackers in the 30th year of the New Year. At that time, we didn't have as many tricks as we did now, only small whip, second kick, hemp, the most fun is the old man's flower. An old man made of mud, with a twist on top of his head, sparks when it is lit. It is over a foot tall, like a tree and a flower. It looks good and it will last a long time.

The first day of New Year's Day is when adults lead a temple fair to visit Changdian and eat candy gourd. I once remembered that my mother bought me a red rifle, and I was very happy. I learned from Zhao Yun, whom I admire most, waving in the yard to fight with children. But the good times didn't last long, and the gun tip was quickly interrupted, and I burst into tears.

By the early 1960s, I was in the 5th and 6th grade of elementary school, and once at the aunt's house in Shanghai. On the beginning of the year, my cousin and my cousin went to the nearby Cultural Palace to play. The Palace of Culture was pulled up with a rope, and riddles were written on the colorful notes. I like to guess the puzzle the most, so we divide the work. I'm responsible for guessing. The cousins are busy lining up to redeem the prizes, guessing that there are small prizes such as pencils, erasers and exercise books. At noon, we were holding a lot of prizes in triumph, and everyone was very proud.

At the end of the 1960s, when the Cultural Revolution was underway, the classrooms in the school became different fighting teams. We put together the desks, put them on a quilt, and turned them into a big shop. Everyone sat around and played cards. We played "pushing the pig and pulling the sheep", divided into groups and decided the championship. An overnight stay on the 30th of the year was counted as a guard. Everyone ate the peanut candy and fried rice candy brought from their homes. They were excited and had a lot of fun.

In the 1970s, I had already gone to the countryside to cut the line. At that time, the "revolutionary" Spring Festival was advocated, and we educated youths participated in literary propaganda teams, rehearsed model plays, and performed in production teams. The educated youths sang and danced every day. The production team went to play, and this team was entertained, eating meat every day. We think it is the most interesting New Year. Our team rehearsed the Huai opera "Take the Power of the Tiger Mountain". I was a dragon runner and played the deputy chief of the Bandit King Kong. Once it was time for me to play, but I was still smoking and chatting with the educated youth. The children watching the show are already familiar with the plot, so remind me quickly that it's your turn. At this time, the field was cold. I went up and hurriedly added a line: "Why don't you call me deputy chief? What happened?" Then I continued.

In the mid-1980s, I moved to Nanjing to work. Parents and children spend the New Year together, there is nothing to play, and I have to go to work on duty every year. Just remember one year, I took my daughter to the Confucian Temple with a bicycle to watch the lights. There are so many people. The bicycle can only be parked at Yanggongjing. I can only see my daughter on my shoulders, and she is exhausted. At the time, I felt that the New Year was not much fun. But the daughter is still very happy.

In this century, the whole family has returned to Shanghai. When my parents were there, we wanted to go out for a trip, but the old man could n’t go out, so they did n’t feel at home at home. At most, it is a relatives party in Shanghai on the first day of the year. After lunch, I accompany the old man to walk around the nearby Qibao Ancient Street, but my mother still said that there are too many people. Do n’t turn around and go home.

Until the last few years, our parents have left us, and the children have grown up, remembering to use the Spring Festival holiday to travel. I went to Wuhan the year before (there is a blog record) and last year I went to a wild boar farm run by a friend in Anhui (there is a blog record). This year, we drove to Tiannan Lake, Jiangnan, Anji, Zhejiang, skiing and soaking in hot springs. We just saw that people were overcrowded and gave a lot of fun to the fun. When I was skiing, I thought that I was sixty-five years old, and I was a bit helpless.

It now seems that the New Year's play should first belong to children, a world of joy and joy for children, carefree and innocent; of course, it also belongs to young people, and when they are strong, go out to see the world more As for the elderly, there should be choices, or leisure-based, that is, tourism, and you do n’t have to rush into the golden week with young people.

How to play next year's New Year? It seems to plan ahead.

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