酒水长,田野黄,老树望,糕点香,年关里飘着浓浓的暖意。年就像一个蹲在时间深处的老者,发如雪,须如弦,眼如泉,依偎在村口的老树下,久久守望。“爆竹声中一岁除,春风送暖入屠苏。千门万户曈曈日,总把新桃换旧符。”春天推着年,在寒风中缓缓前行,由远而近的是熟稔的乡音。道道桃符红光满面,杯杯热酒倾诉衷肠,远走他乡的人,背着 Long drinks, yellow fields, trees look old, sweet pastries, years floating in thick warmth. Years like a squatting old man in the depths of time, made of snow, to be as strings, eyes as spring, nestled in the entrance of the tree under the old tree, a long time to watch. In addition to the year-old firecrackers in addition to the spring breezes into the Tu Su. Thousands of households 曈 曈 day, always the new peach for the old symbol. "Spring push the year, slowly moving in the cold, from far Nearly familiar accent. A round of Tao Fu red light, cup of hot wine to talk about Zhongchang, far away from hometown, carrying