迈过腊月的门槛,对家乡的思念便开始浓郁起来。元旦刚过,妻就问我:我们今年在哪儿过年?蓦然回首,岁月的流逝带走了许多美好的东西,小时候的那股质朴、天真的劲儿,随着年岁的增长已渐渐地淡泊了,对过年的企盼也是如此,其诱惑似乎已荡然无存。如今,虽然日子是一年比一年好过,年节里的活动也越来越丰富多彩,却没有小时候在农村过年的那种真实、高兴的心情。家,是浓浓的牵挂和醇醇的亲情。我们向往家,不仅仅因为它是安 Over the threshold of the twelfth lunar month, the thoughts of my hometown began to rise. New Year’s Day has just passed, his wife asked me: Where is the Chinese New Year this year? Suddenly look back, the passage of time took away many beautiful things, a child that simple, naive power, with age has gradually become indifferent The same is true of the New Year’s hope, the temptation seems to have gone. Nowadays, although the days are better than one year, the activities in the New Year festival are more and more colorful, but there is no real, happy mood in the rural areas when they were young. Home, is a thick care and alcoholic family. We are longing for home, not just because it is safe