我家有一坛老酒 ,就藏在大屋的墙龛里。黑陶上釉的坛子 ,古朴而厚实 ;黄泥盘结的封口 ,细腻而严密。这酒不知是从何时传下来的 ,只记得小时候 ,每当过年祭祖之时 ,祖父便把它搬出来 ,启开泥封 ,擎出一碗 ,摆在先祖们的牌位前。然后全家人跪拜进香 ,喃喃祈祷 ,完毕后由祖父用手 My family has an altar wine, hidden in the house’s niche. Black glazed jars, simple and thick; yellow mud seal closure, delicate and tight. I do not know when the wine was passed down. I only remembered that when I was a child, my grandfather took it out whenever I passed the New Year’s ancestral sacrifice. Then the whole family bowed into the incense, muttered prayer, by the hand after the grandfather