冬至一过,总感觉日子一天比一天短了,白天就显得愈加短促,太阳常常斜着庸懒的目光,拖着长长的影子,沿着天边往前匆匆赶路。记得自己小的时候,冬天的傍晚,与家人静坐在屋子里,星星一样有一点点亮的煤油灯,放在一张方桌上,屋里光线有些暗淡,火堆上面烤着几片紫米做的粑粑,火堆下则埋着几个洋芋, Once the winter solstice has passed, the day always feels short of day by day, and the daytime becomes even shorter. The sun often looks at lazy eyes and long-distance dragging along the horizon. I remember when I was young, in the winter evening, with the family sitting in the house, the same lit a little bit of kerosene lamp, on a square table, the house some dim light, the fire grilled with a few pieces of purple rice to do粑 粑, the fire is buried under a few potato,