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The annual celebration of the new spring, the new spring as scheduled;
Rachel paved the road of happiness, red light hung high above the door of happiness.
February 3, 1992, is the traditional New Year festival. On this day, Zi Peng was busier than any Spring Festival; he was happier than any Spring Festival; he was happier than any Spring Festival. Because he has three more happy things to congratulate this year. These three happy events were both a new starting point for his political life and a milestone for his future progress.
First, he was evaluated as an outstanding correspondent at district and township levels in 1991, and as an outstanding Communist at the same time.
The second was that he was selected as the Deputy Secretary-General of the Party branch during this year's branch change. During this period, he had already been in the Secretary of the Party Branch for five years.
The third, which he felt most honored, most proud, most proud, most glorious, was that from February 14, 1991, until January 30, 1992, the press releases, literary works, and random recordings he had collected had been broadcasted repeatedly on the People's Radio of the generalization; they had been published frequently in the newspapers of the Tonghua Daily and the Jilin farmers. To his great surprise, the Jilin Farmer published four articles in seven months.
Over the past year, he had been used in more than 40 articles on the radio and in the newspapers. He felt, therefore, that this was something he had never dared to think about in his life, and that today it had miraculously, truly, become a reality. It was a glorious page in his journey of life. He felt that he was a serious farmer, only six years old, and farming was his old line. He had never dared to dream about dancing and writing. However, ever since he had become the Secretary of the Party Branch, his education level had been constantly improving; his horizons for knowledge had continuously broadened. The work he did, and the task of reporting it. So he had to think about it; he had to change his attitude. As a result, he was fortunate enough to participate in the communications courses organized by the District Committee and the district radio stations. After the class, he worked hard and painstakingly. His works were finally adopted by the city radio station; his works were finally adopted by the city newspaper and the Jilin Peasant Newspaper; his works were recognized and valued by the district, township, and village leaders. For this reason, when the Spring Festival came this year, he would celebrate with his family and share his happiness with them …
On New Year's Eve, Zi Peng was extremely busy. In the morning, he would mix the lanterns, paste couplets, cook the melon seed, and cook the peanuts. In the afternoon, he would go to the grave for the old man.
He had no choice but to visit the little sister's Lixia, whom he missed, when he went to visit his foster father's grave. Because he hadn't seen her for more than ten days. Therefore, he had to make a detour to see her. Because it was the last day before the Spring Festival; because she could wait for him at home for dinner; because he wanted to spend two hours with her on New Year's Eve.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zi Peng took a detour to Lixia's home. She had prepared all the food and dishes and was waiting for him to arrive. She loved him like this; she loved him like this; she worked for him like this. What would she feel if he did not come? Therefore, he had to go no matter what. As long as he went, as long as she saw him, she would be full of joy; she would be so happy; she would be so happy. This year's Spring Festival, Lixia's home with new white paper ceiling, the walls of the back room pasted with six New Year's pictures, 'more than a year', 'eight immortals across the sea', 'welcome guest pine' and so on. As such, the interior of the house was very beautiful.
Zi Peng arrived at Lia Xia's home. She and Gui Hong brought him to the table and sat down. He looked at the table. This was too extravagant. This was even better than what his own family had prepared. There were chickens, fish, vegetables, pork ribs, pig's feet, liver, pig's heart, fat intestines, and stomach slices. There were quite a few of them that were found on pigs.
At this time, Lixia opened a bottle of red plum wine. She filled a cup for Zi Peng and a cup for herself. She lifted her glass, and her face was radiant, smiling, and joyful. She gazed at him deeply and then said:
”second brother, today is New Year's Eve. We are especially happy that you are able to come to our house to visit us. Over the past few years, our family has caused a lot of trouble for the second brother, and we feel very sorry for that. I toast to the second brother, and wish you happy New Year, and perfect luck! ”
With that, she gulped down a glass of wine. Zi Peng raised his cup and said,
”Thank you for the hospitality extended to me by your family. I didn't do much for you. We used to be neighbors, but now I've moved away, but we get along pretty well. If you need any help from second brother in the future, feel free to tell me. As long as I can do it, I'll do my best. I'll lend you two your wine and have a toast to both of you! I wish you a happy new spring, a happy family, good luck, and a great source of money! ”
He drank a glass of wine. Gui Hong took a big gulp of the white wine, put down his wine cup and said:
”second brother, you are too polite. We don't have to say anything today, just drink and eat. Come, fill up second brother. ”
After Gui Hong finished speaking, he poured Zi Peng and Lixia another glass of wine. Zi Peng ate, drank, and chatted as he ate. Not long later, he felt full. So he said goodbye to Guohong and Lixia.
When Wen Wen left the house, she came out to see him off. When she saw him off outside the main gate, she stuffed a letter into his hand …
When Zi Peng returned from his two graves, it was already past six. At this time, every household was lighting lanterns. He walked into the house and saw that the table was filled with food. His mother and family were waiting for him to come back for dinner.
In his house, the dinner was also very sumptuous. Basically, it was no different from the dishes cooked in Lisha's house. Zi Peng opened a bottle of red plum wine. He first filled a cup for his mother, then filled a cup for himself.
”Mother, you just had your birthday and it's Spring Festival so I'm really happy for you. Anyway, you're in good shape. This is both your own good fortune and ours. Mother, I wish you a happy Spring Festival and good health! ”Come, let's drink.”
Zi Peng drank a glass of wine. After the mother took a sip, she put down her glass and said,
”Zi Peng, mother never thought that mother would be able to live for so long. When I was poor, I wondered if I would end up tramping on my feet in the morning. It's all thanks to you that our family can live such a good life. ” Zi Peng took over the conversation and said,
”Mother, as long as you are happy, we will be happy. Your son has three more happy things to celebrate this year's Spring Festival. ”