晶莹剔透的雪花夹着浓郁的年夜饭的气息,春节即将来临。时七点十五分。热腾腾的火锅已经上了桌,碗筷也一一摆放整齐。我嗅着锅内不停外溢的香气,望着不住翻滚的鱼丸、白菜、蘑菇、芋头……擦擦嘴角,不禁埋怨:怎么还不开饭啊?时七点三十分。家庭成员全体入座,开饭时间到!妈妈一个劲地给我夹菜,以至于我的碗里渐渐堆成了一座小山。这时,一旁的姐姐“指点迷津”道:“喏,这鱼 Crystal clear snowflake sandwiched with a strong New Year’s atmosphere, the Spring Festival approaching. At seven fifteen. Hot pot has been on the table, tableware also one by one neatly placed. I sniffed the pot overflowing aroma, looking at rolling fish, cabbage, mushrooms, taro ... ... wiping his mouth, can not help but complain: why not yet open meal ah? At seven thirty. All the family members were seated and the time was up! The mom kept giving me food so much that my bowl gradually became a hill. At this time, the side of the sister ”pointing fans “ Road: ”喏, this fish