I want to share my most recent experience of a “real” Chinese New Year in rural Zhejiang Province. One day before the official start of the week-long holiday in China, Vivian, my girlfriend [at the time], and I took an express train down to Jinhua to celebrate the New Year with her parents, her brother and his wife, and her aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. The experience was wonderful! Imagine a warm family celebration with multiple Thanksgiving feasts, Independence Day fireworks, and Christmas/Hanukkah gift exchanges all wrapped into one—Chinese New Year (for many of China’s over 1.3 billion people, the one time each year that the whole family can get together) has all of this. Needless to say, this was a truly unique experience, one that several of my Chinese friends who grew up in the big cities even tell me that they have yet to experience. Add to the mix that I did not see another foreigner for 6 days and you will get an even better picture.
Before sharing some pictures, let me add one more element to the story … you see Southern China was experiencing some of the worst snow/ice storms in over 50 years (and perhaps you can’t imagine the resulting havoc that these storms wreaked on the transportation system, during the world’s largest annual human migration for the Chinese New Year no less). We were very lucky to get first class seats on an express train (only 2.5 hours) down to Jinhua station. Once in Jinhua, getting a taxi to Vivian’s parent’s place in Lanxi was not quite as easy, but finally we made it just fine.
In and amongst all of the tradition, food was certainly a major theme …

Here is Vivian’s mother preparing one of many feasts in the kitchen.

Here are just some of the preserved chickens, ducks, fish, sausages, pork, etc. that Vivian’s father had prepared for this festival.

On the eve of the Chinese New Year, Vivian’s mom prepared rice and tofu in bowls with red paper on top as a traditional symbolic offering to the family ancestors.

Vivian’s father lighting incense as part of the ceremony.

Then, the feast was set (or at least the first course of it).

Of course, there was also plenty of wine--in this case, red sticky rice wine (米酒) that Vivian’s father makes from scratch every year--straight from the vat.
At sun down, the fireworks began (including the ones that we lit), and they just kept going … all night and everywhere … next door, over the roofs, across the fields … EVERYWHERE!



Nevertheless, after staying up past midnight, we were able to sleep well into the morning despite the intermittent “kaboom” of fireworks, “rat-tat-tat” of firecrackers, and having all the lights in the house on all night (another local tradition).