我一页一地翻着新春的阳光,那么透明而安静地闪动在窗外的风中。这是2月15号的下午,空气里仿佛还有被禁止的鞭炮按捺不住的火药味。人们被季节划分到春节时令,或围着火锅或守着电视享受着一年里难得的松懒。没有奔忙的嘈杂,也没有具象或抽象的烦恼,我尾随着人 I turned the spring sun one by one, then flashing transparent and quiet in the wind outside the window. This is the afternoon of February 15, as if in the air there were banned firecrackers that could not be suppressed. People are divided into the season to the Spring Festival seasonal, or around the pot or watching TV enjoying a year of rare lazy. No bustling noisy, no concrete or abstract troubles, I followed people