过年,是一个让所有中国人心心念念的词语。漂泊在外的游子们,握着一年的辛苦和汗水,攥着一张皱巴巴的车票,踏着春节序曲独有的热闹和喜庆。从无尽的远方,回到自己的故乡。我们这个民族,注定是吃苦耐劳的。奔波在外的人啊,无论一年中有多少难言的苦衷,悲哀的心事。一回到了家,就仿佛卸去了身上的重担,斟一碗温黄的老酒,已近新春日,把酒话年味。 Chinese New Year is a term that makes all Chinese people think deeply. Wandering wanderer who, holding a year of hard work and sweat, clutching a crumpled ticket, marching the Spring Festival Overturned unique lively and festive. From endless afar, back to his hometown. Our nation is doomed to be hard-working. Rushing out of people, no matter how many years of unspeakable difficulties, sad thoughts. Once back home, it seems as if the unloading of the burden on the body, pour a bowl of warm yellow wine, near the New Year, the wine talk of the year.