New Year's Eve Notes
by Aaron
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No need for my father to shout, I woke up early in the morning. The twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month is the day to catch the last Chaigou Fair. Dongfang Bai slightly turned pale, and his father began to prepare his bags for the market. After finishing everything, he sat on the elevated stone next to the well in the courtyard, lit a dry cigarette, and took a deep breath. The smoke and breath spurted out, also slightly white, straight towards the persimmon tree in front of him. The smoke was divided into several strands by thick or thin branches, spread out, and dissipated. He is waiting for me. In the countryside, going to the market is a common thing, but the Chaigou Fair on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month has a different meaning to me. On this day, my father allowed me to follow him around the market, saying that I wanted to see the scene. At that time, I was seven or eight years old. Looking back now, it is difficult to recall most of the scenes. Only the Firecracker Market is vaguely visible.
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