A Fine Work: Near the Year of Nian An

Time is always said to fly by, and yet in a moment of glancing eyes and relaxed posture, it vanishes completely. We can't always say what's lost is beautiful, but the past is always worth reminiscing about. Like childhood, like the truly festive New Year…

It's spring again, and this year's New Year is much more quiet, without the excitement and anticipation of previous years. Perhaps it's because we have more days to wander freely.

However, even in this monotonous work life, when I think of returning home, I still feel a sense of joy. Perhaps this is a good thing – it gives me more time to spend with my family. I most miss the rustic atmosphere of my hometown and the original landscapes, which always make me feel familiar. Wherever I go, home is always there, my roots, and the destination of my soul's longing. So I thought of the relatives waiting at home, and my tired heart gradually came to shore, mooring in the harbor of home.

Every Chinese New Year is a time to go home, because only at home can it truly be celebrated. The customs of my hometown make me yearn for them, especially the memories from my childhood, which always bring me joy.

When I was young, I looked forward to all kinds of delicious food during Chinese New Year, along with fun and red envelopes. The evening of the thirty first was the most lively, with fireworks blooming in the dark night sky, and we played and enjoyed ourselves. The fun is actually those people, those childhood friends, playing together, talking together, throwing snow together, going crazy together.

Now, when I return to my homeland, everything has changed. Buildings are abandoned, as if they've been transformed by another world. I watched the children still playing games, with their innocent and carefree faces – that's the happiness I once had. But I no longer belong to that world, and I can't help but sigh about the passage of time, taking away only the joy of my childhood, leaving behind memories of nostalgia.