The dishes are all on the table, but now is not the time when we should move.

There is a tradition of inviting our ancestors here. Although my mother doesn't remember who her parents are, she still insists on this link for so many years.

There was a bowl of rice on each side of the table.

My sister and I were sitting on the sofa and turned to look at my mother who was standing in front of the dining table not far away. She was clenching her fists and muttering in a low voice.

"Is it necessary!" My sister pouted, "It's like a feudal superstition!"

I reached out and tapped my sister's head lightly, and said to her with a stern face,

"People must be in awe when they live. This does not mean that we are timid and superstitious, but a kind of admiration for our ancestors and respect for history."

"Are you angry!"

Looking at my expression, my sister grabbed my generous palm and shook it gently.

I nodded slightly,

"The scientific worldview tells us that human beings are made of pure matter, that thinking and imagination are nothing but the ingenious results of the interaction between neurons, that the nature of human death is no different from the natural degradation of plastic, but we retain the tradition We do not really believe that the heroic spirits of our ancestors will give us shelter, but we are more admiring the glorious history created by our ancestors.”

I said this from the perspective of "materialism", but in fact, from the bottom of my heart, I still prefer "idealist philosophy", especially Plato's statement that the world is composed of "ideological world" and "phenomenal world" of this conclusion.

As far as I know, the world is divided into a "material world" and a "conscious world", which coincides with Plato's theory of the world.

After about four or five minutes, my mother began to call us over for dinner.

The sky outside was completely dark, and a beautiful firework burst out from time to time in the night sky, followed by a soft sound of "bang bang".

Every year, the government designates some fireworks and firecrackers. Although this will bring a lot of pressure to urban fire protection, under the call of the central government to "build a cultural power", "Nian" is a representative traditional cultural custom. , can definitely be used as a powerful cultural output.

"cheers!"

My sister's cheers were mixed with the crisp sound of glasses colliding.

The transparent glass, the sprite in the cheongsam, and the dense mist of the sumptuous dinner on the table.

We all had a satisfied smile on our faces during this happy and joyous family day.

Everyone chatted while eating, so they ate slowly.

Halfway through the meal, the Spring Festival Gala began.

The significance of this show is not how good-looking it is, but the significance of it is that it has become a habit, just like eating dumplings on New Year's Eve in the north and dumplings on the first day of the new year in the south.

It is estimated that this show will continue with our nation.

I always wonder, will there be a Spring Festival Gala in a thousand years? If so, what would the Spring Festival Gala be like?

Of course, I can't get an answer to this question, just as primitive people could never imagine what a computer network was.

But now that the Spring Festival Gala has begun, the "battlefield" naturally shifts from the dining table to the living room.

The three of us sat side by side on the sofa, each holding a rice bowl in our hands, and while we ate, we discussed the wonderful programs that will be on the Spring Festival Gala this year.

In fact, the program list has been circulated years ago. My sister and I have seen it when we have nothing to do with the Internet, but this does not hinder our expectations for the Spring Festival Gala program.

"Brother, this sketch is so boring, I can't even get a joke!"

"Actually, I didn't get any laughs, probably because it's a minority show!"

"The sketch is actually the most classic of Uncle Benshan." Mom said after taking a bite of rice.

"What is the standard for judging classics?" My sister held the bowl and looked at my mother curiously.

"Probably... it's based on the impression the work has left on people's minds!"

"Then how can you create a work that is deeply rooted in people's hearts?"

"It depends on a person's talent and hard work!" Mom replied after thinking about it.

"In fact, timing is also very important!"

I followed my mother's words and added,

"It's like in the era when sketches were not popular, there were originally few sketches. You have created a high-quality sketch, which can undoubtedly be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

"The originator of the mountain is not necessarily the strongest, but the originator of the mountain must be well known to the majority of people, right!"

My sister smiled proudly at me.

I nodded, "That's probably what it means!"

After dinner, my mother and I went to clear the table, and my sister sat on the sand and let go, eating pears and continuing to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

There were so many dishes that the three of us could not eat much at all. We put some perishable food in the refrigerator and put the rest on the table.

When it was time to do the dishes, my mom kicked me out of the kitchen.

I didn't insist either, there weren't many bowls to wash anyway.

Back in the living room, I sat next to my sister and watched the Spring Festival Gala with my sister.

Soon, the mother who had finished washing the dishes came out, looked at my sister and I sitting on the sofa and asked,

"Come on, two little guys, do you want to go out and set off fireworks!"

My sister turned to look at her mother, "Okay, okay, where to put it?"

"Of course I went to Pingshan, and it seems that Pingshan can be put here!"

Pingshan is not far from our house, but it is estimated that there will be some traffic jams when I go there, but seeing my sister's excited face, I can't bear to spoil her interest, so I stand up,

"Let's go, I haven't played Fairy Stick for a few years!"

"Oh yeah!" My sister cheered excitedly, then dragged me to the room.

It's still winter, and the temperature on the top of Pingshan is very low. If you don't put on a down jacket and a scarf, it is estimated that you will catch a cold tomorrow morning.

It's not a good sign to catch a cold on the first day of the new year.

After getting dressed, my sister and I followed my mother out the door.

My mother asked us to wait at the gate of the unit building. She went to drive. After a while, she drove over. My sister and I quickly opened the door and got in.

The inside of the car was as warm as spring, and before the car drove for a while, my sister began to shout that she was going to drag her down jacket.

As I expected, there are indeed many people going to Pingshan, which is similar to the situation during the Mid-Autumn Festival at the beginning, when the traffic jams to the foot of the mountain.

My mother also knew that it would be difficult to drive up the mountain, so she found a nearby parking space and planned to take my sister and I up the mountain on foot.

There are many shops on both sides of a section of the road at the foot of the mountain, but these shops usually buy some cigarettes and snacks, but today they issued a license from the relevant department and began to sell fireworks.

We walked to one of the booths, and the owner immediately started to greet us and frantically sold us various types of fireworks.

"This is a cannon that shoots to the sky. When it is ignited, it rushes to the sky and then explodes. It's very beautiful. There is also this small cannon with a slow line of three consecutive sounds. Do you want a box?"

I chuckled and shook my head, picked up a fairy wand and asked,

"How much is it?"

"This two dollars a piece?"

"Two dollars? Everyone pays one dollar each." My sister looked surprised.

"Little girl, what you said is the usual price. Today is different. The two of mine are still cheap. You will know when you go to the top of the mountain. They are all three pieces before."

My sister was still dissatisfied and wanted to say something, but I gently pulled her. It's not necessary to worry about such a trivial matter.

"Give us ten!"

Mom looked at me and my sister and smiled, and took out twenty dollars from her pocket.