It’s nearing sunset on the last day of this, the year of the Golden Tiger. The first tentative booms and celebratory ka-kracks are sounding over the grey tiles of Minwang Hutong, occasional bursts of nervous energy, harbingers of what’s to come, like the claws of a wannabe werewolf clacking on the bars of his cage before letting out for a full-on full-moon rumble.
It’s my first Spring Festival in Beijing after many years of celebrating in Tianjin. This year we asked Tianjin to come to our house and I think we’re better for it. All of the things I like about the Spring Festival — dumplings, immediate family, bad television — are gathered in one place, leaving such things as crowded rail stations and traversing streets of drunken artillery for less fortunate souls.
In any case, wishing all of you the happiest of New Years and best wishes for the Year of the Golden Rabbit, may this year be full of joy, health, and good fortune.
Happy New Year
It’s nearing sunset on the last day of this, the year of the Golden Tiger. The first tentative booms and celebratory ka-kracks are sounding over the grey tiles of Minwang Hutong, occasional bursts of nervous energy, harbingers of what’s to come, like the claws of a wannabe werewolf clacking on the bars of his cage before letting out for a full-on full-moon rumble.
It’s my first Spring Festival in Beijing after many years of celebrating in Tianjin. This year we asked Tianjin to come to our house and I think we’re better for it. All of the things I like about the Spring Festival — dumplings, immediate family, bad television — are gathered in one place, leaving such things as crowded rail stations and traversing streets of drunken artillery for less fortunate souls.
In any case, wishing all of you the happiest of New Years and best wishes for the Year of the Golden Rabbit, may this year be full of joy, health, and good fortune.