记得小时候特别喜欢一首童谣:小孩小孩你别馋,过了腊八就是年。腊八粥,过几天,哩哩啦啦二十三。二十三,糖瓜儿粘;二十四,扫房日;二十五,炸豆腐;二十六,炖白肉;二十七,宰公鸡;二十八,把面发;二十九,蒸馒头;三十儿晚上熬一宿;大年初一去拜年……这儿歌自我三四岁学会后,就不分五冬六夏地念着,当然很多时候是默念的,不为人知。现在想来,过年的味道之所以让我这般挂牵,大概是因为这滋味里满满的都是期盼的味道,不论是那些美好的吃食,还是大年初一早晨才能上身的新衣,都萦回在我不很复杂的脑子里,于是,一切都变得新奇美 I remember a kid especially like a nursery rhyme: Children do not greedy, Laba is the year. Laba, a few days, mile miles la la twenty-three. Twenty-three, sweet and melon children sticky; twenty-four, house cleaning day; twenty-five, fried tofu; twenty-six, stewed white meat; twenty-seven, slaughtered cock; twenty- Steamed bun; boil overnight stay thirty; New Year's Day to New Year's Day ... ... song here after three or four-year-old self-study, there is no distinction between five winter six summer reading, of course, a lot of time is meditation, unknown. Now think about the reason why the Chinese New Year flavor so I am linked to this presumably because it tastes full of flavor are looking forward to, whether it is those delicious food, or the new clothes to the upper body of the new clothes, are Linger in my less complicated mind, so, everything has become new and beautiful