灶膛火笑灶膛里火舌舔锅,火苗哔哔剥剥。一天到晚呼呼作响的火舌,突然就点旺了一串集体欢腾。村坊的烟囱里整日咕嘟嘟地冒烟,糯米酒、年豆腐、年果子,就在一片火花和淡紫的烟里变出样子。“浸箬叶,做龙床,烫皮巴子油亮亮;舀豆腐,费心肠,米酒黄黄年果香。”年,是张罗年货的心情。那些年,火钳在我手中笨拙地张合,一把 Kiln fire hearth fire chest lick pot, flames beep peel stripping. Whistling flames all day long, suddenly a bit of a collective exuberance. Village chimney smoke all day grunting, glutinous rice wine, the year of tofu, the fruit, in a spark of smoke and purple turned out. “Dip 箬 leaves, so Long beds, hot skin Pakistani oil shiny; scoop tofu, care, rice wine yellow yellow fruit.” Year, is Zhang Luo New Year’s mood. In those years, tongs clumsily in my hand, one