Blog 3 My missing Spring Festival.

            My father’s hometown is Zhuanghe, a city belongs to Dalian.  When I was young, all my family members would go back to Zhuanghe to celebrate the Spring Festival for almost one week every year.  The place we stayed was in the countryside.  Therefore, I have the chance to see slaughtering domestic animals in person.  At that time, the courtyard was full of cheering and laughing.  Could you imagine that busy and impressive scene?  Besides this, I, my elder brother and two elder sisters would have fun together.  I remember the time we rode our bikes on the paths of the hill; I remember the time we played mahjong and poker together; I remember the time we set off beautiful fireworks at midnight; I also remember…  Those are my precious memories which I will never forget.  However, several years ago, a house was bought in Dalian for my grandma so that we could look after her better. My two sisters were all married.  From then on, I never went back to Zhuanghe but only have few meals at my grandma’s, without fireworks, without mahjong, only with a television.  I cannot remember since when I no longer expected the Spring Festival.  The fact is that, my Spring Festival was lost in the modern life and what’s more, I am no longer young.