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年末了,下班走在街道,又遇一年中这最后一季的绵延阴雨,寒风凛凛,但是,路边大小各种餐馆却座无虚席,灯火通明,鼎沸的人声,氤氲的热气,璀璨的光影,在昏黄的夜幕下透出温暖和团圆的气息,是啊,快过年了……在这令人眩晕的灯影中,在这喧哗热闹的氛围中,却让人猝不及防地恍惚起来,一些清澈的,单纯的往事突然被回忆击碎,那些过去吃过的食物,那些消失得再也寻觅不到的美味,以及今生再也见不到的亲人,猛然间全部从童年走出来,闪回到眼前。也是春节,也是过年,也是一样喧腾的热闹的老家,也是咕嘟嘟冒着香气的锅,那只金黄色的铜锅,在我的老家大理,叫炊锅。类似四川的火锅,但是吃法完全不同。
At the end of the year, get off work in the streets, but also the last year of this year’s extended rainy, chilly, but the size of the roadside restaurants are packed, brightly lit, Dingmao voice, shy heat, bright light and shadow , Revealing the warmth and reunion of the atmosphere in the dim yellow night, Yeah, New Year’s Eve ... ... In this dazzling lighting, in this noisy atmosphere of lively, but unexpectedly trance up, some clear , A simple past suddenly crushed memories, those eaten in the past, those disappear can not find the delicious again, and this life can not see their loved ones, suddenly all came out from childhood, flash back to my eyes . Is also the Spring Festival, but also the Chinese New Year, is also the same boisterous hometown, but also a grumbling pot of aroma, that golden copper pot, in my hometown of Dali, called the cooking pot. Similar to the Sichuan hot pot, but eat completely different.