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2008年的冬天,因为种种原因,我远离故乡,第一次在北京过阴历年。大年三十,我依旧提不起精神。一家人包裹得严严实实,在漫天的白雪里找到了一家过年都不舍得打烊的饭馆。菜一样一样地端上来,这些天来一点一点积攒的怨念终于彻底发作。不知道是不是因为生病时,人的嘴会变得格外挑剔,总之对于北京的饮食,我简直到了无可忍受的地步,且不说色、香,就连最基本的味都不及故乡的千分之一。这时,烟花爆竹喜庆的声音戏剧性地炸开了。我极不礼貌地把一双筷
In the winter of 2008, for various reasons, I left my hometown for the first time in lunar calendar in Beijing. New Year’s Eve thirty, I still can not lift the spirit. The family wrapped tightly, in the sky of snow found a Chinese New Year are not willing to shut down the restaurant. The same dish to the end, these little bit of resentment accumulated a few days finally completely. I do not know if it is because I am sick when people’s lips become particularly critical. In short, I can not bear to Beijing’s diet. Not to mention color, smell and even the most basic taste, One part. At this moment, the celebration of fireworks exploded dramatically. I put a pair of chopsticks very politely