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Source Language: Simplified Chinese, Target Language: english, Translation Time: 2026-05-01 03:20
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| Written/Drafted On | Day of the Week | Time Period (24H) | Published On |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025/2/12 | 2025/3/9 |
There are many beginnings in life, such as the start of a new year, the start of a new semester. In the morning, it's the beginning of a new day, and some people always seem full of energy to greet every morning. But I, on the other hand, seem to have become numb from the numerous "new beginnings," as they are no different from ordinary days.
Online, there are claims that year after year, the "New Year flavor" has become fainter. I'm not sure if the Chinese New Year's atmosphere has faded, but I know that my own expectations for the New Year are getting lower, my sense of participation is weakening, and the emotions of joy and happiness have become increasingly "calm."
Winter break seems to be about returning to the hometown, doing a thorough cleaning, and tearing down the couplets from the previous year. Then, by the time it reaches New Year's Eve or the first day of the New Year, we paste new couplets, set off fireworks, and have a big meal. After a few days of visiting relatives, the holiday is over, and the Spring Festival is thus completed within the winter break. It's like a quiet period with some extra tasks, different meals, and many relatives coming to visit. I can't help but wonder, has the "New Year flavor" faded, or have I changed?
Children's memories are always hazy and distant. I remember a morning long ago when Grandma was still healthy and my sister hadn't been born yet. That was a morning of the Chinese New Year, with distant firecrackers bursting noisily. I woke up early, stirred by the sound of firecrackers. The outside world was still dimly lit. I pulled back the quilt, put on my shoes, and excitedly went downstairs. The memory stops here; perhaps some details have been lost, but the joy of that morning still crosses the years to reach me now, allowing me to still feel the excitement and thrill of childhood.
Year after year, day after day. Each year, my age increases by one, and the number of Spring Festivals I've experienced also increases. Perhaps, following this mental state, I will become increasingly numb about doing anything in the future.
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