The New Year is approaching with frost and flowers. From now on, I will publish articles about the New Year flavor such as "Killing the New Year Pig", "Car Fish", "Boiling Sugar" and so on, which are full of the fireworks of Xixiang. These words with the fragrance of wheat from the sun-baked farm will take you back to the twelfth lunar month in your memory - watching Tang Gua pull out silvery sugar strands in front of the stove, listening to the fried rice jumping into flowers in the iron pot, and smelling the fragrance of rice flowing through the green tiles when the steamer is opened, making those childhood memories stained by frost and snow become warm and tangible again between the lines.
