(43) The annual flavor of Song Jia Street.

After Laba, the Chinese New Year will be celebrated. In my hometown, Song Jia Street, a small town in southwest Henan, the atmosphere of the New Year is rising.

East street and west street are decorated with lights and colorful, and people are buzzing. In the two major markets of footwear and headwear culture, lanterns are hung high.

Selling in the street, the sound is endless. Uncle Liu in front of the sweet potato stall is enthusiastic and witty, and Aunt Liu, who bakes sugar cane, is amiable. Ma Lao's mutton buns are delicious, adhering to the traditional craft of 30-year-old noodles. The stuffing is chopped and wrapped with fresh mutton and white radish. The steaming steamers are stacked on top of each other, and the overflowing mist reminds me of the spring water of Yanling River in my hometown. Sour paste smells fragrant, and it is the best in Lao Zhang's house diagonally across from Song Jia Street Health Center. Authentic Huimian Noodles soup is delicious, and a bowl of 20 yuan Masan mutton Huimian Noodles is mouth watering. Zhang Fei's rice noodles are the most grounded, and sheep's blood is unforgettable. The hot soup and Gauss fried braces in West Street retain the flavor of childhood.

Lao Li, who sells melon seeds at the entrance of the health center, came here to set up a stall at three in the morning. Lin Xiaoni, who sells fruit, is my classmate's cousin. Although the relationship is a little far away, when I go to buy fruit, I can always rely on my classmates to give me half a catty more. Lin Xiaoni is a "fruit beauty" and can do business. Years ago, everyone in the town was making new year's goods. She is very busy every day, and her smile is always on her lips.

On the street selling wedding supplies, rows of brand-new couplet calligraphy and painting are very festive. In the twelfth lunar month, this street is always very busy. Red lanterns and couplets set off a strong New Year atmosphere.

When I went back to my hometown in the twelfth lunar month, I once ate a bowl of shredded pork noodles in the street. The boss was warm and thoughtful. I asked him how late he was open, and he said he was always busy late when business was busy.

Small business people get up early and get greedy for the sake of their children. Although they are tired, they still have hope. For them, only the Spring Festival can catch their breath.

When I was a child, I always loved people with more lucky money and new lucky money. From the initial fifty cents to the present hundred-dollar bills, the lucky money carries the deep love of relatives.

In the past, pigs and sheep were slaughtered to welcome the Spring Festival, but now they are full of green for the Spring Festival. With the improvement of living standards, people have higher and higher requirements for healthy eating. Buying large bags of fresh vegetables and fruits for the Spring Festival has injected green elements into the taste of the year.

Fireworks and firecrackers are no longer set off in many places now, but it does not affect the atmosphere of the New Year. In the twelfth month, there are more craftsmen who pinch sugar and weave grass flowers in the streets. Xu Youqiang, a paper cutter, is in his thirties, and cutting paper is not bad. Bright red happy characters and delicate mountains and rivers set each other off. At the northern end of the street, Li Laohan is sitting cross-legged on the bench playing the erhu, surrounded by a group of people. With the help of his son, he formed an erhu band and recruited beginners from time to time.

Street vendors of West Street Egg Bank gathered in groups to set up stalls in the temple of Lord Mars. There are many kinds of eggs of different colors. The stall owner kept shouting: "Three dollars, three dollars, six dollars, six dollars …" The red shell is an egg, the white skin is green, the oval is like a cone, and the black egg is green and blue. Preserved eggs, preserved eggs, preserved eggs and quail eggs come in different sizes and are beautifully packaged for people to choose from.

People in the market stand on tiptoe next to their heels, and you squeeze and hug, so electric cars and cars have to drive slowly next to all kinds of goods packed in baskets and dustpans.

Walk 500 meters south along the egg line, and there is a ladder in the middle of the street intersection. There is a Mars Pavilion above, which is dedicated to the thriving Vulcan. The street is called the "Mars God" Temple, and people in the town pray for good weather in the coming year.

This year, I won't go back to my hometown Song Jia Street for the Spring Festival. I will walk on Shiyan street with a strong flavor of the new year, and I will naturally miss my hometown. With the growth of age, my mood has changed, but my homesickness has not changed.

In my impression, Song Jia Street this year is like a vivid amorous feelings painting, which has never faded after years of baptism.