我家的春节,从奶奶在祭祖宗的小瓷碗里斟上暗褐色的烧酒开始。年年八仙桌上都摆着八种不同菜肴祭祀,只不过今年除了祖宗的小瓷碗,还放上了另一只,爷爷的碗。爷爷离开我们三年了,为何今天才祭祀我也不知道。只是看着碗筷旁特意为他准备的南京牌香烟,再看看墙头上那张慈祥的老人的脸,深藏的那份感情便如 My family’s Spring Festival begins with my grandmother pouring dark brown shochu in the small porcelain bowl of the ancestor. Eight years on the table are placed eight different dishes worship, but this year in addition to the ancestral small porcelain bowl, but also put another, Grandpa’s bowl. Grandpa left us for three years, why I did not worship today. Just looked at the tableware specially prepared for him Nanjing license cigarettes, and then look at the face of the kind-hearted elderly man’s face, deep feelings that would be like