临行前那夜,北方的正月十三,屋外天很冷,锅里饺子滚热。离家近两年,经过了400多个日日夜夜的思念和期盼,终于等来了20天短暂而幸福的团聚。热情还没退却,假期结束,不情愿地将不舍装入行囊,准备明日南下的征程。“开饭了。”妈炒好菜,煮好饺子,喊了一嗓子。我们赶过来帮忙捞饺子,小妹先捞了满满一碗递给了我,“哥,这是妈特意给你包的韭菜鸡蛋馅饺子。”“好嘞,那我要多吃点,最爱吃妈包的饺子,这两年可给我馋坏了。” Before leaving the night, the north of the first lunar January 13, outside the house is cold, pot dumpling heat. Nearly two years away from home, after more than 400 days and nights of thoughts and hopes, finally came the 20 days of short and happy reunion. Enthusiasm has not yet retreat, the holidays ended, reluctantly will not be put into the luggage, preparing for the journey south tomorrow. “Cooked.” Ma fried dishes, cook dumplings, shout a throat. We rushed over to help take dumplings, the younger sister first salvaged a bowl handed it to me, “brother, this is the mother specifically to give you the package leek egg stuffing dumplings.” “Good, then I want to eat more Point, favorite mom dumplings, these two years can give me greedy. ”