腊月鱼塘年味是从鱼塘里飘起的。腊月,田地已无大的农事,鱼塘河沟都开始排水了。随意转上几处,总会见三五男人穿着皮靴裤弓在泥水中,眼尖的孩子和围观邻众在岸上指东指西欢欢叫叫。偶尔,谁戳只二斤老鳖,整座村庄都会羡慕几天。鱼挑回家,男人放下担子,抽根烟歇上片刻。烟毕起身,不紧不慢将一筐鱼倒在院子中心,大小互配分成八九十份,唤来孩子:“去,给你几叔几婶几爹几姨送去。”这边刚分配完孩子,又到雾香弥绕厨房唤妇人:“家里酒够不够?谁谁怎么还没来?快去催催呀” Lan Yue fish pond year flavor is floating from the fish pond. On the twelfth lunar month, the land has no big agricultural work, and the fish ponds and ditches are draining away. Feel free to turn a few, always meet thirty-five men wearing leather boots Pants bow in the muddy water, sharp-eyed children and onlookers on the shore pointing east and west Huanhuan. Occasionally, who poked only two pounds of turtle, the entire village will envy a few days. Fish pick home, men lay down the burden, take a cigarette break for a moment. Smoke up from the end of the time, not slow down a basket of fish down in the yard, the size of each other with eighty ninety, call the child: “Go, give you a few Aunt several Aunt several aunt sent.” Just allocated the end of the child, but also to the fog around the kitchen called the woman: "enough wine at home?