时隔一年,我又踏上了这片土地——我的故乡,皖南一个名为山门的千年古镇。转过那个弯,奶奶家屋檐下那盏大红灯笼倏地闯入了我的视线——过年的气息便朝我扑面而来。小姑父端着碗刚熬好的糨糊走了出来,该贴春联了。“来,文化人。”他招 One year later, I embarked on this piece of land - my hometown, a thousand-year-old ancient town named Shanmen. Turning that corner, the red lanterns of my grandmother’s house slammed into my eyes, and the atmosphere of the New Year rushed toward me. The little uncle came out with a bowl of paste and the paste was spring. “Come on, cultural man.”