大年三十,已经是黄昏时分,村村户户都忙着送岁。苏义老先生在外乡教书,本来小年夜就可回家,东家硬留下他写了一大堆春联,大门、房门、楼上、楼下、粮仓、猪栏,贴了个遍,剩下的还拿到街上去卖钱,拖到大年三十才放他起身。寒来暑往,辛苦了一年,苏义才得了十二两银子。他一路走一路想:家里恐怕柴也用完了,米也吃尽了,一到家,先 New Year’s Eve thirty, it is already dusk, village households are busy sending their children. Mr. Su Yi-lao taught in a foreign country, would have been able to go home, hard to leave his home he wrote a lot of Spring Festival, the door, the door, upstairs, downstairs, granaries, pigsty, posted over and over, leaving Also get the street to sell money, dragged him to put him up. Cold to summer, hard for a year, Su Yi had twelve two silver. He walked all the way to think: at home, I am afraid that the wood is exhausted, rice is also done, a home, first