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When I was a child, I looked forward to the Chinese New Year more eagerly than adults. There were so many options for food, clothing, entertainment, and you could stuff your relatives and friends to pay New Year greetings into the palm of your hand. Save all the little red envelopes and new year's money to become a little rich man. But for children, the charm of the Chinese New Year has a deeper reason, which I want to write down on these pieces of paper. Introduce the topic
Every New Year, the little girls wear velvet flowers, red coats, and thick rouge on their lips; the boys are interested in firecrackers, but I am not. What I like the most is to buy a flower face to wear [a layered description of the different preferences of my little girls, boys, and me in each year]. This is a mask made of rolled paper pulp. The majestic big painted faces in the play are painted with colored powder mixed with glue. Tie a rubber strip behind your back and put it on your head, and you will become that tiger general. This painted face is shaped according to the shape of the face. Two holes are dug for the eyes so that you can look out from the inside. But the nose and mouth are not ventilated. When I put it on, it felt stuffy and smelled of glue and paper pulp. When I spoke, my voice became low and rough, but it had the majesty of a general, and it was very impressive. .Dintin’s question: The text describes the practice and appearance of painted faces very carefully. Is it necessary? In the process of teaching, you can randomly click on it and experience the subtleties of the author’s writing.
Every year, I will learn more about it. At the end of the year, my uncle took me to the New Year market in front of the Queen’s Palace to buy painted faces. People are particularly energetic during the Chinese New Year, and they struggle to grasp the words and understand the author's mood when crowded in the crowd. Finally, among the dozens of colorful faces hanging on a horizontal pole, I was surprised to find one. This painted face is so big and special! The face is red, with a pair of dark eyebrows, the corners of the eyes are raised majestically, a green bun protrudes from the top of the head, a long scarf hangs down close to the face, and a long beard made of ponytail below the face. This painted face is different from those who are dumbfounded, stupid, and grimacing. Although he is not vicious at all, he has an awe-inspiring and inviolable solemn air that is aggressive. It makes me cringe when I look at it, and if I put it on my face, it will make other people cringe too. I didn't dare to point at it, I just raised my chin towards it and said, "I want that big red face!" "I" was initially afraid of the specific description of the big painted face
The little hunchback selling the painted face raised his pole He picked out this painted face and gave it to me, bared his yellow teeth and said with a smile: "This young master still has the eyesight to be Master Guan! Master Guan also needs a Qinglong Yanyue Sword! I will choose a more energetic one for you!" From a bundle of knives and guns stuck on the ground, he pulled out the most beautiful large knife and gave it to me. A bright red lacquer pole with a golden blade. There are several small sparkling lenses embedded on the blade. A small green dragon is painted in the middle with a red tassel tied to it. This knife! This painted face! I didn’t expect to get two treasures at once. I was so happy that I just laughed and couldn't say anything. [From initial fear to joy] When my uncle paid the money and took the tricycle home, I wore a painted face and stood leaning on my uncle's big cotton robe holding a knife. Many people looked at me along the way, especially those who were like me. When the older boys cast envious glances, it made me extremely happy. My uncle told me many stories about Guan Gong, who passed five passes, killed six generals, and killed Hua Xiong with warm wine. While talking, he said: "You are such a hero!" It seemed that he was talking about my glorious history. When he told me that the Qinglong Yanyue Sword weighed eighty kilograms, I felt so powerful and happy. My uncle also taught me to introduce myself to my family in the tone of Peking Opera:
"My surname is Guan, my given name is Yu, and my courtesy name is Yunchang." When I got home, everyone praised me, and my mother seemed happier than me. . Even my father, who always has a fierce expression on his face, calls me "Little Guan Gong" with a smile. I pushed people away, ran to the full-length mirror, and immediately flashed my sword, ah, where is the little Guan Gong, I am the big Guan Gong! I was so excited and happy
In this way, I spent the entire New Year's Eve I have been wearing the flower face and refused to take it off despite being told by anyone. I also wore it when I slept. After I fell asleep, my mother gently took it off and put it next to my pillow. The first thing I did when I woke up the next day was to put it on immediately to restore my normal state. The true appearance of "Master Guan". My love for the colorful face of Guan Gong On the first day of the new year, guests came one after another to pay New Year greetings. My mother called me to [pave the way for an accident in the following performance] so that the guests could see me, Mr. Guan. I held a big knife in my hand, shook my shoulders, walked into the living room majestically, and shouted at the top of my lungs: "My surname is Guan, my first name is Yu, and my courtesy name is Yunchang." The guests burst into laughter and said, "What a great Mr. Guan." , you are here to guard the house, so that no one big or small can get in!" I became more and more arrogant, swung my sword twice, and showed my teeth and claws, making the guests laugh non-stop. Whenever guests come, my mother will call me to perform. My mother also put me into a small blue satin and gold flower robe that could only be worn when I was worshiping my ancestors on the 30th night. I became the protagonist of the whole family’s New Year celebrations. Even my father looked at me differently.
I never take the stairs when I go downstairs. The stair railings in my house are made of whole bright logs. When going downstairs, he would step up with one leg and slide down to the bottom.
At this time, I deliberately hid upstairs, waiting for the guests to come and suddenly fall from the sky, surprising them, the effect would be even louder! Excited and happy mood
On the afternoon of the first day of the new year, the guests entered the living room, and my mother said Call me, I stepped on the handrail of the stairs and flew down the stairs. I rushed into the living room with a loud scream and swung the big knife up and down. Unexpectedly, I used too much force and the soles of my feet were not rooted. I fell out. There was a loud "snap" and the big knife He was cutting it on a large porcelain vase with peach branches on the flower stand. The powder shattered into pieces, and all the porcelain shards, peach branches and water in the vase were seen flying across the room. A porcelain shard flew past the second aunt's face and almost touched it; It was like a heavy rain in the house, and the new clothes everyone wore were stained with water. Looking at my father again, he looked straight at me like a tiger. Oops, a small blossoming peach branch flew towards me and was inserted into his slicked-over hair. in hair. Later I found out that what I broke was an ancestral Qianlong official kiln Hundred Butterflies vase. This was simply a capital offense! I sat on the ground, petrified, waiting for my father to come up and give me a severe beating. My mother seemed to be more nervous than me. She couldn't figure out how to save me, and she stared wide-eyed waiting for my father to explode. It was natural for the air to be tense at that time. At this critical moment, the second aunt suddenly smiled, clapped her white hands and said:
"Okay, okay, this year will be auspicious. ) Years of peace! Hey, Mr. Guan, why are you sitting on the ground stupidly? Get up quickly, the second aunt wants to see you playing with a big knife!" Who knows what kind of magic the second aunt is using, and the tense momentum instantly rises loosened. Another aunt immediately responded and said: "If you don't leave the old, you won't welcome the new. If you don't get rid of the old, you won't welcome the new. Just wait and see, you have to hold a big golden baby this year, right!" She said with a full face Huanxiao said to my father, telling him to answer. Other guests also rushed forward, saying auspicious words and cheering Dad up. It specifically described the scene at that time and the psychological changes of "I" and the people present.
These words usually could not suppress my father's anger, but at this moment they had a magical effect, forcing him to be happy even if he was not happy. Happy New Year, no disasters. Dad could only hey twice, nod and say: "Ah, okay, okay, okay..." Although the smile lines on his face clearly contained suppressed anger, I miraculously escaped being severely punished for this. My mother looked down at me, and I immediately got up, dragging the big knife, and ran away in confusion. Behind him there was the appreciative clapping, applause and laughter of the guests. In the next few days, new year visitors came, my mother stopped calling me, and the program was cancelled. It is related to the text in the 8th paragraph above, "Guests came one after another to pay New Year greetings, and my mother called me to go."
I hid in my room and rarely showed up. The big knife was also tucked under the bed, but I still wore it on my painted face. I probably felt safe hiding behind the cardboard when I met my father again. Every time I see my father’s gloomy and angry face through my eyes, I no longer feel that I am Mr. Guan, but a poor man! [The camera solves Dongdong’s problems: Many details in the text are vividly described, and I read them as I read. Imagine the scene at that time and understand the mood of the character, for example: "Hiding behind this piece of cardboard...he is a poor guy!"
After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the New Year is over. Because my sister and I were fighting over the sugar melons that had been removed for the stove sacrifice, my father grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, pinned me down on the bed and beat me to death. I knew in my heart that he had added the sin of breaking the vase to this incident, because when he was angry, he asked me for the big knife that caused the trouble, broke it into pieces with force, and tore the big painted face into pieces.
From this incident, I realized an ancestral concept: the only few days of the year during the Chinese New Year are children’s free days. No matter how boldly they go about making trouble during these days, they will not immediately get punished. This is why all children look forward to celebrating the New Year. Of course, the torn painted face also reminded me that in this limited freedom, I have to restrain myself and be careful to double the reckoning afterwards.
Point out the last sentence in the first natural paragraph: But for children, the charm of the New Year has a deeper reason, which is what I want to write on these pieces of paper - the author of this article Purpose