The start of the school year for Feng Yiping and his friends ant the end of the happy Chinese New Year holiday.
After ten or twenty years, everyone felt the sa way: the Spring Festival was getting less and less interesting every year, and it was no longer as lively as the imported Christmas festival. The joy of the Spring Festival in their childhood could never be felt again.
After once again experiencing this first-hand, Feng Yiping really does feel that the sa old Spring Festival atmosphere is in the air.
Why is that? It's clear that what they eat, wear and play with now, and what they have in their pockets, can't compare to what they had 20 years ago.
Nowadays, during the Spring Festival, the food is better than usual. Usually, it's just everyday food, but during the Spring Festival, it's as grand and rich as possible. When you grow up, throughout the year, who still lacks delicious food? Many people are tired of eating at and fish, and instead like to eat sothing lighter. During the Spring Festival, even if you cook a variety of dishes, it still doesn't whet your appetite much.
Now, during the Spring Festival, there are new clothes to wear, but later, when you see clothes that you like, you just buy them, who still buys a special set of clothes to wear on the first day of the year?
In fact, none of this is important. Later, on weekdays, we ate and dressed better than we did at New Year's when we were children.
Perhaps the thing we miss most about the Spring Festival when we were children is the sense of joy and contentnt we felt then, which was more spiritual in nature and which we can no longer find or can only find with difficulty.
It was like this: when Zhu Yuanzhang was still wandering around, once, when he was starving, he was given a soup made from leftovers by a family. At the ti, he thought it was suprely delicious and called it 'Pearl, Jade, and White Jade Soup'. After he beca emperor, he had the soup made again, but when he tasted it, he found it to be just like swill, hard to swallow, and he vomited it out on the spot.
In fact, the soup had not changed; it was still the sa soup. He had changed.
Delicacies from the mountains and the sea, eaten occasionally, are indeed delicacies from the mountains and the sea.
Nowadays in the countryside, and of course in most families in the city, it is not much better. It is only during the Chinese New Year that there is a lot of oil and fat, and you can eat as much chicken, duck, fish and at as you like. Therefore, during the Chinese New Year, many families in the village, especially those in less well-off conditions, often have several people in the family who are unable to eat enough.
Digestives and other digestive aids might be available in pharmacies at this ti of year, but no one was willing to spend the money on them. Perhaps this situation happened every year, so everyone had a way to deal with it. It was very simple: when cooking, add a little extra fire, and you will get burnt rice. Boil the burnt rice in water, drink the water, and it is still effective.
These mories are actually sweet and bitter.
More than twenty years later, how many people will get too full during the New Year?
So i Qiuping later said, why is the New Year not as lively and grand as it used to be? Because nowadays, every day is like the New Year.
Of course, this is only one aspect.
There is a saying, 'What you can't get is always the best.' Similarly, what you have experienced but can no longer feel is also the best.
The reasoning is sowhat similar.
Just like one day later, Feng Yiping saw a classmate's QQ signature, 'When we were young, a candy made us feel satisfied,' and felt quite sentintal.
Everything changes, but mainly for the better, whether it's food, clothing, housing or daily necessities. The main thing is that we ourselves have changed, and that's why we feel that the New Year has also changed.
In subsequent Spring Festivals, we felt that they were boring, but our children, after growing up and starting a family, will miss these Spring Festivals that we find boring, just as we miss the Spring Festivals when we were children.
Yes, when we were children, just one candy really could satisfy us. Later, our expectations beca higher and higher, and we were afraid that only a chocolate factory could barely do.
Later Spring Festivals, we feel less lively, less happy, more tired, and more of a ntal state.
As the tis progress, we grow up, our demands beco higher, and so do our parents' demands.
Forced marriage and forced childbearing are the norm, and we are often compared with other people. So of your elentary school classmates in the village didn't even graduate from junior high school, but now they are construction contractors, earning millions of dollars a year.
That poor student who did badly in maths and went to a diocre school, Jack Ma, who is now the richest man in the world, what about you? You don't even have the chance to work for him.
When relatives chat, with the intention of showing concern, they ask kindly (or maliciously) about money, houses, cars, children, girlfriends, all the things that you have been worrying about.
You were hoping that you could completely relax and rest over the New Year, but in the end, everywhere you look, there is pressure. It would have been better to stay at the office and work overti.
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It's a bit of a long story, but Feng Yiping was very satisfied with the Spring Festival that had just passed.
However, he still had a lot of complaints about the winter vacation.
The winter vacation lasted less than a month, and after just a few days off, it was already New Year's Eve. Before he knew it, school started again, and it was no comparison to the sumr vacation. You have to know that the long sumr vacation lasts two months.
And today is Saturday, which ans that he has to stay in school for seven solid days, until next Saturday, which happens to be the Lantern Festival, before he can finally go ho.
From ti to ti, people carrying gifts to visit relatives pass by on the road in front of the school. There are also many people with red faces, who have obviously drunk a lot, riding bicycles and whizzing past with cigarettes in their mouths and clipped to their ears.
In the distance, the sound of firecrackers can be heard from ti to ti, welcoming or seeing off guests.
In short, most people are still celebrating the New Year.
It's not the start of a new sester, and everyone is familiar with the routine. Not many parents are here, and only a few parents are carrying rice with their children. Most students gave away most of their rice last month and exchanged it for al tickets.
The main consideration is that today is still the eighth day of the lunar year, not the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, so everyone still has so taboos about carrying a load that goes out but doesn't co in.
This sester's tuition and fees have gone up again, to 52 yuan, but that's okay, now there's no need to worry about tuition. This is also the first ti in recent years that Feng Yiping has paid the full tuition when registering.
The classroom is still very lively. The students who arrived first are greeting each other for the New Year. The girls, in particular, are in their usual cliques, gathering in groups of two or three, whispering and giggling from ti to ti.
Zhang Qiuling's family lives near the school, so she was naturally also there early. She was tidying her desk while the chubby Xiao Zhijie was busily wiping it down for her.
When he saw Feng Yiping, he said, 'There's Feng Yiping, Happy New Year!'
Feng Yiping walked over and said, "Happy New Year!'
He smiled and praised him, "So diligent and so united and friendly with your classmates, so help wipe down my desk as well.'
Xiao Zhijie responded with a smile, 'It's just a favour, that's all.'
Zhang Qiuling's face flushed slightly as she said to Feng Yiping, 'Hey, everyone else has given you New Year greetings, but you haven't given anything in return.'
'Haha,' Feng Yiping took out so candy from his pocket and put them in Xiao Zhijie's hand, 'Be a good boy, eat the candy, and if you call uncle, you'll get so New Year money!'
Xiao Zhijie took the candy and then, without thinking, tried to wipe Feng Yiping's face with the rag in his hand, saying, 'You've been walking for a long ti and there's dust on your face, so I'll wipe it off for you.'
I'll go, this guy is serious, Feng Yiping hurriedly dodged.
Zhang Qiuling was sorting out books when she said to Feng Yiping, 'Feng Yiping, call auntie and I'll give you candy too.'
Unlike nowadays, when girls are afraid that you will call them old. A girl in her thirties would probably lose her temper on the spot if an ignorant child called her auntie. Those with more experience might smile and say, 'Oh, the child is so cute and pleasing!' while vigorously rubbing the little brat's face. She thought to herself, 'I'll show you! I'm young and pretty, so I'm not that old!'
But things are different now. Nowadays, girls like to act older than they are, just like boys.
There's no need to be shy about it. Feng Yiping walked up to Zhang Qiuling, bowed, and said loudly, 'Auntie, Happy New Year!'
Then he held out his hand, 'Happy New Year! Here's my red envelope, auntie, where's mine?'
The classroom burst into laughter, leaving Zhang Qiuling speechless. She had no choice but to show off her authority, picked up the book in her hands and threw it at Feng Yiping, 'Well Feng Yiping, I thought you were an honest person, but today you've shown your true colours!'
Feng Yiping was very puzzled. What does this have to do with the fact that I'm an honest person? Fine, being unreasonable is a woman's prerogative, I won't argue with her.
When he arrived at his seat, he greeted Wen Hong and couldn't help but glance over at Huang Jingping's direction. She was happily chatting with a few girls, including Wang Jinju. It seed like she had noticed Feng Yiping, and she turned her head over, just catching Feng Yiping's gaze. Feng Yiping nodded to her graciously, and she imdiately blushed a little. She only gave a hurried nod in return, then hurriedly turned her head back.
Lin Hui's table had obviously been wiped down, but she wasn't there. Feng Yiping gave Feng Wen the quilt to take to the dormitory, walked over to Xiao Zhijie, and Zhang Qiuling imdiately looked at him nacingly. Feng Yiping pretended to be scared and bowed to her, and she imdiately burst out laughing.
Xiao Zhijie was lying on the table, grinning at him, 'I'll ask Feng Wen to take the luggage up, and you can help make the bed later.'
Xiao Zhijie imdiately refused, "What are you going to do?'
Feng Yiping said, "I'm going to pay New Year's visits across the street.'
Xiao Zhijie said with a sinister smile, 'Oh, are you going to pay New Year's visits or see your mother-in-law.'
Feng Yiping didn't bother to deal with this brat, waved his hand, and walked quickly towards the school gate with his school bag on his back.
He had to hurry! As usual, Teacher Wang would be here soon, and as usual, she would make the students clean up. The new horoom teacher would definitely want to make an impression, so she would probably ask the students to clean up the school's public areas, such as the playground. He had to hurry!
He started to jog, and the two bottles of wine in his bag clashed, making a loud noise. He had to reach down and hold them down.
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