一、年味渐浓腊月的风扛着一面大旗,引领离家的人,向一张张车票聚集。别怕,不管多迟的晚点,都有敞开的家门,心跳一样的灯火。即使真的迷途,喊一声天狼星,它立马给你带路。路越走越细,最后是一根针粗的线索,挑破回忆……山神庙升起的烟火,像神醒来的哈欠。老人口嚼着孩子的归期,清理着门楣的灰迹。人不像云雾,哪座山都是故里。 First, the flavor of the twelfth lunar month wind carries a banner, leading the people away from home, to a piece of ticket gathered. Do not be afraid, no matter how late it is, there is an open home, a heartbeat like lights. Sirius, even if it is really lost, will immediately lead you. The road is getting thinner and thinner, and finally there is a thick thread of clues to pick up the memories ... The fireworks rising from the temple of God are yawning like God’s waking up. The old man chewed the children’s return, clean the lintel’s gray. People are not clouds, which are the hometown of mountains.