年味,是岁月的气息,满载着时光的记忆,散发着悠悠飘香,浮在心头,让人难忘。终于回家和思念的亲人聚在一起,一起欢度节日,心中洋溢着无以比拟的激动。禁不住想起儿时的年味,满满的温暖气息。大人们早早就杀鸡、买肉、剪窗花、贴红福……准备过节的所有事宜。仿佛又看到那个痴痴等着过年的孩子,天天数着手指头,盼着年快快到来,还时不时惦念着母亲早早准备好的美食都藏到了哪里。像偷腥的小猫咪一样,东闻闻,西搜搜,终于在放杂物的小灶房里找到,流着口水,禁不住美食的诱惑,偷偷扯一支卤鸡的腿,和姐姐一起躲在大人看不到的地 Year flavor, is the breath of time, full of time memories, exudes a long fragrance, floating in my heart, memorable. Finally come home and miss their loved ones together, celebrate the festival together, the heart filled with unparalleled excitement. Can not help but remember childhood flavor, full of warmth. Adults early to kill chickens, buy meat, cut the window grilles, paste Hung Fu ... ... ready for the holidays of all matters. Seems to see that joking waiting for the New Year’s children, fingers count every day, looking forward to the year approaching, but also from time to time miss the mother prepared food where are hidden. Like a fishy cat, the East Wen Wen, West search, and finally found in the small kitchen room with debris, drooling, temptation to tempt food, secretly pulled a leg of chicken, and her sister hid in Adults can not see the ground