过年,似乎是孩子们的专利。而我,早已过了三十,却照样好想过年。记忆中,年味最浓的莫过于童年了,而那些等待的日子也长得让人心急难耐。在漫长的等待中,常常不着边际地胡思乱想：过年的那一天到底是什么样子?要是天天过年该有多好。特别是过了腊月二十三,这六七天感觉过得量慢,总也到不了大年夜这一天。天天就唱：胡萝卜蜜蜜甜,看到看到要过年。可是唱了许久,还是没有过年。后来知道了这是大人们为哄心急的孩子而编的歌谣,这个歌谣不知传唱了多少代。我奶奶说：她小的时候她的奶奶就是这样跟她说的。生活的意义和乐趣,也许就在这善意虚设的悬念和盼望中。 New Year seems to be a child’s patent. And I, already passed 30, still like to think New Year. In memory, the strongest of the year is the childhood, and those waiting days are also very irritating. In the long wait, we often think wildly: What is the day of the Chinese New Year, and how good it is to spend the Chinese New Year. Especially after passing through the twelfth lunar month of the month, these sixty-seven days felt to be slow, and they would not be able to reach this day. Sing every day: sweet honey carrots and saw to see the New Year. But sang for a long time, or did not New Year. Later I learned that this is a song for adults that was written for an impatient child. The song did not know how many generations it was sung. My grandmother said: When she was small, her grandmother told her this way. The meaning and fun of life may be in the suspense and hope of this good intention.