过年了,听着外面的鞭炮声声,感受着过年的气息。而每当这个时候,最盼望的,是期待有一份工作,能够让我在节日值班,名正言顺地,远离过年的氛围,离开喧闹的拜年的亲友。尤其是正月初三,这个出嫁女儿回娘家的日子。这是一个难捱的日子,因为自从母亲去世,早已经没有娘家可去。于是,这样的时刻,只想把自己关在屋里。那种节日的喧嚣与热闹,对我是一种无法忍受的折磨。那年,也是春节,1994年正月十六晚上,我和哥哥在医院值班,照顾重病的母亲,准备次日若没有什么特别情况,由姐姐换班,我们回单位。然而,就在 New Year, listening to the sound of firecrackers outside, feel the New Year atmosphere. Whenever this time, the most hope is to look forward to a job that will allow me to work on the festival, justifiably, away from the New Year atmosphere, leaving noisy New Year’s relatives and friends. Especially the third day of the first month, this married daughter back to her parents’ day. This is an unforgettable day because no mother’s family has gone since the death of her mother. So, such a moment, just want to shut himself in the house. The hustle and bustle of that festival was an unbearable torment to me. That year was also the Spring Festival. On the 16th night of the first lunar month of 1994, my brother and I were on duty in the hospital to take care of seriously ill mothers and prepare for the next day if there were no special circumstances. However, right here