那是1963年腊月二十三,我在同学田有声家做完了三年级寒假作业,背起书包准备回家,有声扯了我的后衣襟一下。这是同学间相约出外玩耍或有悄悄话要说的信号。我心领神会,走出家门站在院子里等他。有钱没钱,清扫过年。村子里充满了浓浓的年味。家家户户都在忙碌着。洗衣扫家磨米面,蒸馍烙饼炸丸子,忙得不亦乐乎。不过,再忙,那也是大人们的事。我们几个要好同学打了“老师要求集中写假期作 That was the twelfth lunar month of 1963, twenty-three, my classmate Tian Youyin finished the third-year winter homework, backpack back home, loudly pull my back skirt. This is a sign of conversation between classmates playing outside or whispering. I take the hint, out of the house waiting for him in the yard. Rich and moneyless, sweeping the Chinese New Year. The village is full of rich year flavor. Every household is busy. Laundry sweeping the rice mill, steaming pancake croquettes, busy. However, busy, it is also a matter of adults. We have a few good students hit ”teacher asked to focus on writing holidays