元宵节,花灯簇,那一碗甜甜的元宵吃过,这年也就算是过完了。年纪大了,年前年后十几天的假日里,不像中年人有那样多迎来送往和探亲访友的任务,也不像年轻人有花样繁多的欢聚玩乐。大多数时间是或坐或卧地和老公各捧一本书。在这翻动书页的同时,过了初一,又翻过了十五。窗外的爆竹声声不断,茶几上的水仙花暗香盈动。炉灶上煨的砂锅排骨汤冒着肉香气。屋 Lantern Festival, lantern clusters, that bowl of sweet Lantern eaten, this year is even over. It is not like the middle-aged people have so many greetings to visit and visit their relatives and friends, nor do they have a great variety of joys and joys that young people have in their holidays. Most of the time is sitting or lying and her husband each holding a book. At the same time as turning the page, after the first day, turned fifteen. The sound of firecrackers outside the window constantly, daffodils on the coffee table perfumed. Casserole simmer on the stove ribs soup risked meaty aroma. house