从窗前的桂花树开始飘香起,我就一直在盼望着大年夜,盼望着全家人团聚在那被连绵小山簇拥着的奶奶家。每年的年夜饭,一定是大鱼大肉,异常丰盛,我却往往只吃一点点,就为了等那最后一道菜的到来。一股熟悉的芳香从厨房飘来,压轴菜——桂花年糕——终于端上来了。桂花糖化成了浆,成丝成缕,在大红灯笼的映衬下,呈现出晶莹剔透的色彩。年糕是自家打的,糯而韧,放入口中,滑溜溜的, From the window before the sweet scented osmanthus tree began, I have been looking forward to the great, looking forward to the family reunited in that was surrounded by rolling hills grandmother home. Every year New Year's Eve, must be big fish, exceptionally rich, but I often eat a little bit, just to wait for the arrival of the last dish. A familiar aroma floated from the kitchen, finale - sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake - finally come up. Sweet-scented osmanthus saccharified into pulp, into a strand of silk, against the backdrop of a red lantern, showing a crystal clear colors. Mochi is their own fight, waxy and tough, into the mouth, slippery,