暮色渐起,夜幕悄悄降临,雪花依旧洋洋洒洒地飘落着,却挡不住家家户户忙着张贴门对和福字。耳边不时传来此起彼伏的爆竹声,火药燃放的硫磺香气,夹杂着空气中弥漫的油爆葱蒜香味和煤城淮南特有的牛肉汤味,似乎在催促大年三十的团圆饭快快开始!几个侄子、侄女围坐在客厅,目不转睛地盯着电视。母亲安详地躺在摇椅上,抚摸着我女儿倚在她腿上的小脑袋,微闭双眼,专注地听着收音机里沪剧名家茅善玉的《燕燕做媒》唱 Twilight gradually, the night quietly come, snow still falling eloquently, but can not stop every household busy posting door and blessing. Ear from time to time came the sound of firecrackers, gunpowder release of sulfur aroma, mixed with the air filled with the smell of onion and garlic and coal Huainan special beef soup flavor, seems to be pushing New Year’s Eve reunion dinner fast start Several nephews, niece sitting in the living room, staring intently at television. Her mother was seated peacefully in a rocking chair and stroked the little head of my daughter leaning on her lap. She closed her eyes and listened attentively to the “Yan Yan Media” sung by Mao Shan Yu, a famous Shanghai opera singer on the radio.