27 January 2017 by Suyen Hu
My hair has become white and untidy;
But still I stay up all night by the fireplace to see the New Year in.
I light the candles and drink up my wine; I empty my purse for the children to buy gifts to celebrate this Spring Festival.
When I hear the firecrackers banging, I feel excited; when I see people posting their poems on each other’s doors, I want to read the poems.
There are sounds of drums, bells, and singing of the Plum Blossom Tune; everyone happily wishes each other a good year to come.