春节,我裹着厚重的羽绒服再次站在这片熟悉又亲切的土地上。伴着嘴里呼出的一团团白色雾气,我跟着爸妈的脚步走向阔别已久的奶奶家。我不常来奶奶家,因为奶奶家在农村,离杭州远,而且奶奶家没有我喜爱的电子产品,生活不免单调。但回老家拜年是习俗,我只得随着父母来这里无奈地住几天。推开奶奶家那扇高大朴素的木门,眼前是一个热闹的场面:奶奶和姑姑正在配合着翻丝 Spring Festival, I wrapped in heavy down jacket once again stood in this familiar and kind land. Accompanied by a lump of white smoke exhaled his mouth, I followed the footsteps of my parents to the long-awaited grandmother home. I do not often come to my grandmother’s house because my grandmother’s family is in the countryside and far away from Hangzhou. And my grandma’s house does not have my favorite electronic products, and life can not help but be monotonous. But returning home is the custom of worshiping the New Year, I had to reluctantly live with my parents for a few days. Grandmother opened the door that tall and simple wooden door, in front of a lively scene: grandmother and aunt is with the flip