随着噼里啪啦的鞭炮声,马年如期而至。与往年一样,同样是在外婆家过年,同样是全家9个人其乐融融地聚在一起。可是我总觉得今年的年味儿淡了,心里好像少了点什么。小的时候,在过年前的一周,爸爸妈妈才会给我买一身红衣服,怎么也不许穿,只有到了过年那天早上,才许我欢天喜地地穿上新衣服。总不忘去长辈那里炫耀一下新衣,换回几句:“呀,囡囡真好 With the crackling sound of firecrackers, the Year of the Horse arrived on schedule. As in previous years, the same is the grandmother New Year, the same family of nine people are happy together. But I always feel that this year’s taste is light, my heart seems to be something less. Small, in the week before the New Year, Mom and Dad would give me a red dress, why not wear, only to the New Year’s day, I am happy to wear new clothes. Always remember to go to the elders show off new clothes, in exchange for a few: ”Yeah, 囡 囡 really good