The memories of celebrating the New Years in my childhood have over the years been fuzzy, but for the events leading to taking a photo before that particular New Year.Even now , when I look back on the day it is as if it were yesterday , all the details vivid.
Back then, the life in the countryside was rough, to have a hungry stomach was a norm and the meat was rarely seen on the dinner table. Only in celebrating the New Year or some other holidays would a household buy a few Jins of pork belly to indulge their taste-buds. And as kids, we knew the days in which we could eat meat were few, so that we wished to celebrate the New Year everyday.That was the most beautiful dream we dreamed. And another reason for us to go after the dream wildly was we could have a chance to take a New Year photo.
In those days, photo-taking was quite an event , the most rural people had never taken a picture in their lives. In the days before the New Year, a photographer could happen to come to the countryside. in every village, the photographer would be surrounded and followed by people of all ages wherever he went. especially us the kids,running around but making sure the photographer never slipped our sight with a great sense of pride on our faces.Still, for the most of us ,our families were poverty-stricken so that we merely liked the hustle, only the very few could afford to take a photo with a little disposable money. He Er next door was one of the few . He Er and I were the same age, and we often played togther. He Er’s dad was a butcher , although a butcher was never rich , in our eyes, He Er’s dad was like a big shot.in the sense of money.
on that day, He Er became the first and the only kid who had taken a photo in our village. a few days later, the photos were brought to the village and being passed around . In the photo , He Er ’s smile told he was the happiest kid in the world, and conspicuously revealed his two missing upper front teeth. Over night, He Er had become our idol, and his pride was more evident now. As kids, we all had a certain vanity, having witnessed the kid next door try the “foreign invention” I could not help asking my parents: ” dad, the New Year is almost here, He Er has taken a photo, I want one too.” father gave me a quick look and then his forehead furrowed sighing: ” He Er’s dad chopps off pigs, it is money; we are barely able to fill our stomachs , where to get the money for this kind of strange thing?” I knew what kind of situation our family was in. Mother was in a poor health, father shouldered the whole household including my schooling and my sister’s . I knew how hard it was for my father. I knew I should have not asked this, this was too much for the family. Suddenly, I started sobbing for I was so upset. why we are so poor, why I do better at school than He Er but he could take a photo while I can not.
I did not expect my crying would disolve our family into tears. My sister began to break down. she went to junior high school and did well as well, and she was a very pretty girl. She had a dream: to have a new plaided jacket, which never came true . The blue jacket that she had been wearing for years was given by the cousin who lived in the city. Perhaps, at seeing all this , the tender spot in her heart was touched again, my sister finally just let go of everything that she had kept in check all the years; she cried uncontrollably.At that point, our mother who was always a hardworking person despite her poor health joined me and my sister , tears streaming down her cheeks. We three put our arms around each other and we let the hell break loose. As if the house were to be washed away by our tears. Seeing all this, father, a tough man normally, could not help wiping away tears from his face , in a secret way .
On and off, this family show lasted for two hours or so. Later, at hearing the cries , the neighbours filed coming to our house trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Father, very embarrassed, explained to the good-hearted neighbours what happened, and they all laughed and said: ” we thought it was something serious, it’s ok, the kids just want a new dress and a New Year photo, we can lend you the money if you can not come up with.” Before long, father’s hands were full of money , which was saved penny by penny by the neighbours who were all having a frugal life. I remember well that was February the 8th, the New Year’s eve, a day we spent in tears. And in the very same day, I took a photo the first time in my life, a two-inch black-and-white. the boy in a brush cut with a tear-stained and silly face in the photo had been a fixture in my mind ever after.
I was 8 years old, and my sister was 11 that year. Time flew by, more than ten years have elasped. I am not the boy in the photo with tears and a silly smile anymore. Both my sister and I have graduated from univeristy. I don’t remember how many photos of different settings,different forms or different sizes I have taken over the years, and I don’t know how many new and fashionable dresses my sister has had since that year’s New Year’s eve, but I will never forget the day our family held each other in tears, and the two-inch black-and-white that had been etched deep in my memory, which will never fade away as long as I live. Today, my sister and I always remember to take a camera with us if we are to spend the New Year with our parents. We want to retain the beautiful and the warn moments of our family, with the film and with our memories.
I know no happiness comes easy.