Chapter 82 (1/2)
During the Chinese new year, the streets are full of the smell of firecrackers. The naughty children of every family in the streets take out firecrackers from time to time, light the lead wire, and throw it away. PA!
The younger children are raised to death by the adults at home. Stay away from those monkey children, otherwise they are easy to hurt themselves.
Green bricks covered with snow, tree branches shook off the snow in clusters, adults talked freely in the house, children scattered rice bran outside the house to lure sparrows to Shau Kei, or piled round snowmen under the window, candy Yuanxiao red lanterns, sealed red Taofu and ate dumplings. These have become a Yao's memory of the first year of the Spring Festival in this strange world
I hope the years after will be as warm as today.
On the seventh day of the lunar new year, on the day of the man's day, Yao Yao made a wish with the moon to Town God's Temple. She made a wish before the God of the city.
In a flash, even Shangyuan Festival has passed.
Jin Sheng's head is covered with snow willow hairpins, and all kinds of lanterns compete with each other. Artists can win cheers wherever they go out of the railing tile shop, spit fire, swallow swords and break big stones on their chest.
The excitement of Lantern Festival is still in my ears, but I have to go to school.
”I don't want to move or go to school. I'm a waste cat.” A Yao lay on the table, bleary eyed and muttering. She couldn't lift her spirits. It was midnight when she came back from the Lantern Festival. She completely forgot that she had to go to Nanxun thatched cottage to study with Ying Niang the next day. ” Oh! ”
It was so cold that she suddenly woke up. It turned out that it was the bird's nest that directly covered her face with a twisted handkerchief. It was cold and cool. A Yao was an inspiration, and her goose bumps were fried and bounced on the spot.
”Although I don't understand what you're talking about, the girl has made breakfast and will be angry if she doesn't eat again.” The bird's nest saw her wake up, put away her handkerchief and explained.
Mianbai porridge nest several salty milk grains with rich milk fragrance. Wangyue fried fried fried fried dough sticks and fried pork floss. For fear that they didn't eat enough, he made scallion cake. The surface of the cake was fried golden and crisp, and scallion oil was salty and fragrant. The white flour inside was sweet and soft, crisp outside and soft inside. He couldn't help eating more.
After breakfast, ah Yao's spirit came back. She didn't need to be reminded by bird's nest and moon watching. She took shuxiu to Qi's house, and then went to Nanxun thatched cottage with Ying Niang.
They are arranged in the courtyard at the corner of Nanxun thatched cottage. The mountain head and the master are not far away. If they want to go to the garden outside or others want to come in, they must pass under the eyes of the master to ensure their safety to a great extent.
On the first day of practicing Chinese characters in class, Ying Niang wrote a few. Seeing the teacher holding the book to teach, she crept back to ah Yao.
It's not easy to practice calligraphy with a hanging wrist. A Yao thought that Ying Niang had just written five or six, and the speed was really envious of her. However, she still wrote her own calligraphy now. There is no saying that calligraphy practice can be achieved overnight.
Ying Niang looked at her and said, ”ah Yao, let's take a break and look at the peach blossoms by Jianhu Lake. What do you think?”
”Good.” A Yao rubbed her wrists. The winter scenery of Nanxun thatched cottage had a special charm. The lake and mountains converged in a pool of clear water. The lake was as smooth as a mirror. In other places, the lake was condensed with a thick layer of ice. Many people would play on the frozen lake, but the lake of Nanxun thatched cottage reflected in the clear sky.
Ying Niang took ah Yao and quietly left the room.
Out of the garden, I really saw a large mu of lake water rippling slightly and dense fog“ Is there a hot spring at the bottom of the lake? ” A Yao became interested and ran to the lake to stir the water in Gujing bubo.
The lake water has a little temperature, like extremely warm water being cooled.
Ying Niang looked forward, absent-minded and perfunctory a Yao: ”yes, it's said that there is an eye in the middle of the lake, and hot springs appear from time to time, so Jianhu won't freeze... Why hasn't it appeared yet?”
”Who are you waiting for?” A Yao saw that the peach blossoms were just blooming. The stacked petals were pink and tender. She folded down the twigs and teased Ying Niang.