Lin Juhua is gone.
All the goodwill from the hometown went with her.
The eve of the lunar New Year is just days away.
The common saying goes: whether rich or poor, first have a good year.
Unlike the solemnity of last year's holiday, the festive atmosphere of the New Year suddenly swept through the Big Courtyard, exuding a rich sense of the season.
Children, both older and younger, were gathering in groups, and the sound of firecrackers crackling could be heard intermittently from all directions.
At meal times, families from all over the country stationed there were showcasing their culinary skills, frying dumplings, twisting sesame sticks, steaming bean buns, steamed meats, and marinated dishes...
Busy stealing snacks, naughty little ones, adults laughing and scolding, the aroma wafting in the air...
All of this filled the Big Courtyard with laughter, stepping into this New Year's of the eighties, it truly felt different.
