There are no identical leaves and snowflakes in the world, and even in the same country, there are not necessarily the same hometown customs.

In my hometown Lujiang, what impressed me the most was New Year's Eve, the day before the Spring Festival.

The difference between New Year's Eve and the North is that there is no jiaozi, but there is a sweet New Year's Eve. On this day, there will be no homework, no tasks assigned by mom and dad, and the whole day will be free.

On this day, I will wait for the coming of New Year's Eve, but behind the silence, I can't help showing excitement and joy.

Time no longer flies like a blink of an eye, but it feels a bit like a year.

At night, firecrackers came one after another, indicating the coming of an activity-burning paper money for ancestors and offering sacrifices to them.

At this time, I am always the most active one. I don't know why. This is a serious ceremony. In my opinion, this is like a game, a grand flame party.

In the process of dividing paper money into pieces, I am always impatient but indispensable.

Every time a lighter comes on stage, it is the most exciting moment. The flame came out of the paper pile and burned red, burning my cheek with it, but I felt very comfortable. Under the dark sky, small piles of paper money are burning happily, as if bidding farewell to the old year and heading for the new year. These flames with different good wishes are very beautiful.

Whenever the wind blows, it will always bring out pieces of paper burning with Mars, like the spirit of fire, and rush to heaven to pray with people's blessings.

After returning home, I feel very satisfied, and even have that uncontrollable restlessness. ...

The New Year's Eve dinner was put on the table early, the candles were swaying and the stools were neatly arranged. At this time, grandma will open the door to greet my ancestors and warn me not to touch the chair, which will make my ancestors dizzy. This unrealistic statement is really funny, but I always listen to my grandmother and walk around the stool carefully for fear of stepping on mines.

Thick hometown customs, dandelion petals like umbrellas, touched the film in my heart, took root and sprouted, wrapped the whole soul and felt warm.

Some superstitions and special hometown customs have taken root in my heart. Wherever I go in the future, I will remember these details and those beautiful things.