There are fish all the time

In the northeast, the 28 noodles of the month and the 29 of the month were sprayed with a few pots, implying that the days of the coming year would go up. When I was a child, my mother lived with three of our brothers and sisters early in her life, was poor, had little access to fish in her life, and she would make a pot of pasta for us, and it would blow up a bowl of fish, which would only be available in her life. And then there was little white noodles, and my mother put on corn paste, covered in bean bean pie, evaporated gold and gold, and with a blessing, the family was reunited, and she was happy to look forward to a better year! And in this aesthetic, I'm also evaporating an all-year-old "fish" that's full of pumpkin mud and face, the colour of gold and yellow, which symbolizes the beauty and meaning of wealth. Sesame for the pie. It's supposed to be high next year! It's easy to think, it's hard to do it, it's always different from what it looks like, it's either fat or it's burning or it's burning, and I've made a lot of fish, and I've been giving them a whole lot of shape, and I've been coloring them, as if they've been alive for three days in a row, and finally it's closer to imagination. Look at these fish, the happiest one is the little friends of the family, who give me names every day, "The 100 fish pilgrimages, the springs, the battles..." and, with all that, the poetry. I hope I'm using a group of fish as the master map, and I can't be convinced that I like gold and red, and I feel like a red fire over the years, and I think it's better to celebrate New Spring. "There are fish in the years" blessing the evaporation of 2017 and the festivities of sesame flowers