Chapter 45 lantern festival

When my father was alive, I would get a lamp every Chinese New Year.That lamp is unusual. I picked up a canning bottle from the snow outside the door, and then poured a scoop of boiling hot water into the bottle. With a "pop", the bottom of the bottle fell evenly, and the lampshade was born.Quickly use waste cotton to polish the lampshade until it is bright enough to see the dust swirling in the center of the bottle.The base of the lamp is round, wooden, with patterns, and its area is larger than the lampshade. Two holes are drilled symmetrically along the edge, and the iron wire is passed through one eye, and then crawl along the diameter of the base, and then Pierced into the other eye, the iron wire swayed like a cobra and stretched upwards under the pull of the hand. Once the two ends meet and twist together, the lamp base is completed.At that time, drive a nail through the center of the base, and fix half of the red candle on the nail.When the night falls, lightly hold up the lampshade, light the candles with a "crack", and lower the lampshade with a breath-holding voice, you will feel infinite scenery while holding this lamp.

It always took a lot of work for my father to make this lamp for me.As far as making lampshades, he always has to retrieve five or six bottles to make one.Either the bottle was completely shattered, or the bottle remained intact, or the bomb was successful, but it turned out to be a canned pork bottle, which became cloudy no matter how much it was rubbed, so it had to be discarded. Nevertheless, on New Year's Eve, my father always made me carry a lamp that I wanted.On the moonless New Year's Eve, this lamp is the moon.With a box of matches in my pocket, I went from house to house with a lamp in my hand. I blew out the lamp every time I arrived, and heard people compliment me on how good the lamp looked. Then I lit a match and went to another house with satisfaction.Every time I go back home, the candle burns down to nothing but a puddle of oil.

At that time, my father would ask with a smile, "Have you tossed away all those lights?" "It was all lost on the road," I said, "and the brightest light left hastened to go home." "You really take care of your family." My father teased me to look at the lamp.A beam of vigorous and fragrant light slanted on the pool of candle oil, which was indeed extremely beautiful.The dying light is always brilliant. During the Chinese New Year, let the inside and outside of the home be bright.So not only do I have a lamp in my hand, but there are also lamps in the yard.The lights in the courtyard are high and low.The high-altitude lamp is a red light, which is hung on the top of the lantern pole. The lantern fringes are long, and when the wind blows, it makes a rustling sound.The lower lamps are ice lamps. The ice lamps are placed on the window sills and on the wooden pier at the gate. The ice lamps can illuminate some of the surrounding scenery, so hide and seek far away from the ice lamps on New Year’s Eve.Whether it is the red light above the ridge or the ice light sitting in the low place, it makes people feel warm.But no matter how touching they are, they are not as beautiful as the lamps my father gave me.

Because of the year, I feel that there is something to look forward to.And because of having a father, Nian will appear to be full of life; and if I have the lamp my father gave me, Nian will be enchanting and charming. As soon as the new year passes, the new clothes are taken off, the lights are turned off, and the yard is pitch-black. At that time, I would stare at the snowflakes outside the window and think to myself: So there are only a few good days in a year. .People have to work hard for a whole year for those days full of light.Ugh. I grew up year by year, and my father no longer gave me lights. I am no longer the child who carried the light strings around.I began to think about things under the lamp.But every New Year's Eve, it is customary to hang red lanterns on high places and ice lanterns on low places in the courtyard.

However, his father died before reaching old age.We didn't light a lamp when my father died.Other people's yards are brightly lit, but ours is pitch black.I sat in the dark and thought: My father didn't come back when the lamp was turned on, it seemed that he had lost his way.How I want to take the lamp that my father gave me to pick him up on the road.Dad, is it so hard to find the way home? From then on, although the Chinese New Year will be celebrated as usual, I no longer have the luck and blessing to accept the lantern. As soon as the twelfth lunar month enters, the family will be busy for the new year.My sister would write to tell me how busy I was during the New Year, for example, the quilt was unpacked and washed, the New Year’s dry food was steamed, and all kinds of food were almost purchased, and then urged me to go home early for the holidays.Therefore, no matter where I am in Xi'an, Beijing or Harbin, I always braved the severe cold all the way home, and this year is no exception.

I rushed home on the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, and my mother knew that I would go back on this day.Because on the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, our siblings will invite their father home for the New Year. We went to see my father.After offering him cigarettes and wine, and burning (carrying) some money, the younger brother who had already married and established a business kowtowed to his father and said: "Dad, I have my own home. Let's go to my son's house for Chinese New Year this year. My family lives in—" The younger brother repeated the address and house number of his house several times in case he could not remember it.I added: "It's very close to the general shopping mall." My father liked to buy preserved eggs in the general shopping mall to drink with, so he will never forget that place.

There was snow on my father's house, and there was snow all around, and there were trees, and sometimes birdsong came from deep in the woods.The sun is extremely bright. We left the cemetery while summoning my father to go home for the New Year.Because my mother lived in my sister's house, we all came to my sister's house.We all like our sister's child, Xiaohu. He has just turned one year old and can already walk. He is very beautiful. As soon as he entered the door, his mother came out from the back room with Xiaohu in his arms.I nodded to Xiaohu's forehead and said, "Bring your grandpa back for the New Year."

Xiaohu was happy, and everyone was happy when he was happy. That night Xiaohu cried endlessly.It's time to go to bed, but he just doesn't sleep.Mother turned off the light and coaxed him in every possible way, but he was still crying loudly.It wasn't until dawn that he calmed down a little. The brother-in-law said: "Maybe our dad came here with me, and I'm looking for little tigers at night." It was so true, we all believed it. The father had never seen his grandson, and he was extremely fond of children during his lifetime.We came back from the cemetery and went to my sister's house one after another. How could he pass by his daughter's house and not enter?As soon as he entered the door, he saw Xiaohu, and of course he was even more reluctant to leave.

The mother decided to send the father to the younger brother's house. After breakfast, the mother pushed up the bicycle after getting dressed, and said to the father: "The child is too rare, come with me to my son's house for the New Year." The mother said coaxingly to the child: "Follow slowly, the street is lively, don't look around, if you lose you, I won't care about it." I thought to myself: this time my mother is going to throw my father away, and it must be thrown into the tavern on the street. Xiaohu really slept soundly the night his mother sent his father away.When he got up the next morning, he walked through the houses one by one, and Gulu looked around with his black eyes, as if he was looking for something. Was Xiaohu thinking: Where did grandpa go?

After the third year of junior high school, my father was going to be sent back.I would love to have him back, but never want to send him back.It's so cold, and he has rheumatism, what kind of mood will he be walking back alone? The fifteenth day of the first lunar month has arrived.Today is my birthday.Twenty-eight years ago, on a snowy evening, I came into this world.At that time, there were no lights hanging outside the window, and the sky seemed bright but not bright, dark but not dark, so my father gave me a baby name: Yingdeng.Unexpectedly, I have welcomed thousands of lamps, but I can never welcome the lamp my father gave me when I was young.

Walking on the deserted street, I suddenly found an old lamp seller.The lamp is hexagonal, made of glass, and the word "Fu" is pasted on the glass.I immediately thought of my father. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there should be a light in my father's yard. I bought a lamp.When it was getting dark, I sent it to my father's cemetery. I struck a match with a "crack", and the surrounding night trembled, and my father's house looked gorgeous and eye-catching in the night, sad and moving. This is the first lamp I gave my father. The lamp guarded him, even though it was extinguished, it was still burning.