春节那天,村里的人走出家门,向长辈们拜年问好。人们脸上都洋溢着喜悦的神色,然而我却独自一人躲在屋里不肯出来。在我们家里根本就没有过春节的那种气氛。在我眼里,太阳也变得不再温暖,只有一道道刺眼的寒光透过窗户,照在室内。温馨的往事又一幕幕清晰地浮现在我的脑海里…… On the Spring Festival day, people in the village came out of their homes to say hello to their elders. People’s faces are full of joy, but I hide in the house and refuse to come out. In our home, there was simply no atmosphere for the Spring Festival. In my eyes, the sun has become no longer warm. Only a dazzling cold light shines through the windows and shines indoors. Another scene of warmth reappears in my mind...