光阴似匆匆过客,伴随着片片蝴蝶般雪花的飞舞,时间的巨手已在广袤的天幕上拉响了一声惊雷,戊子年新春佳节已近在咫尺。年难过,年难过,年年难过年年过。古人对过年所抒发的这一感慨,真可谓精辟透彻到了极致。在过去那缺衣少食、饥寒交迫的年月里,辛勤劳苦的父母为一大堆宠儿娇女穿不上一身过年的新衣服而愁苦不已。光着屁股蛋,脸上镶着红太阳的农家子女们就因为燃放不上炸得满天响的鞭炮和吃不上几块糖果而跟在父母的屁股后面嘟嘟囔囔,痛 Time flies passer-by, with the butterfly-like snow flakes flying, the giants of time have sounded in the vast canopy of thunder, the Spring Festival is close at hand. The year is sad, the year is sad, and the year after year is sad. The anomaly expressed by the ancients to the Chinese New Year can be described as extremely brilliant and thorough. In the past years of underwear, hunger and cold, hard-working parents for a lot of darling darling can not wear a new Chinese New Year clothes and endless grief. Bare butt eggs, peasants and children with red sunsets on their faces, grumbling behind the ass of their parents because of the fireworks that can not blow up the sky and eat a few candies