在童年的记忆里,过年既充满了憧憬和快乐,也饱含着辛酸和苦涩。多少年过去了,当我一只脚走过了青年,另一只脚快走完中年的时候,回首往昔,我才明白,当孩子们在浓浓的年味中,穿着花棉袄,提着红灯笼,在街巷里快乐地奔跑和玩耍的时候,这无忧无虑的笑声,其实是浸泡在母亲们的汗水和泪水里的。 In childhood memories, the New Year is full of longing and happiness, but also full of bitterness and bitterness. How many years have passed, when I walked the youth of one foot, and the other foot was almost finished middle-aged, looking back, I realized that when the children in the thick flavor of the year, wearing a flower jacket, carrying The red lantern, happily running and playing in the streets, this carefree laughter is actually soaked in the sweat and tears of mothers.