Shu Rui’s house is not far. There are no sidewalks, but the streets are wide. They’re filled with people because everyone comes home for the fifteen-day celebration of Chinese New Year. It’s The Year of the Tiger, 1998.
I was born in 1989, The Year of the Snake. Everyone says that’s why I talk so much. Grandma always tells me,
“Child, you were born under a sign of wisdom. Remember, wisdom is attained by three methods: first, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third, by experience, which is the bitterest.“
It’s the Year of the Monkey! More specifically, it’s a fire monkey year. Those born in this year are thought to be ambitious and adventurous, but irritable.
Find out more about Chinese New Year in The Baiji.