甲午年春节的一天下午,家人或走亲戚或赶集去了,我在院子外的树林里,搭起了铁炉子,淘好米倒入铁锅,洗、切了芥菜及作料,往炉子里燃起了一把柴火,开始煮粥,顿时树林里袅袅升起一股淡淡的青烟。今年的春节,白天的桂南大地稍稍有点闷热,这年过得一点意思都没有,衣服穿得厚一些,便不自在,穿了又脱,脱了又穿。 In the afternoon of the first day of Jiawu Lunar Festival, my family members went to visit relatives or flocks. In the woods outside the yard, I set up iron stoves, scouring the rice into the wok, washing and cutting the mustard and the seasoning, Played a firewood, began porridge, suddenly curl up the woods in a hint of smoke. This year’s Spring Festival, during the day the land in southern Guangxi a little bit hot, had little meaning this year, clothes thicker, uncomfortable, wear and off, off and wear.