真的不想来了。这一天是正月初三,情人节,我的老婆在北方以北的黑河陪她的爸爸妈妈,而我,只能在年初二返回哈尔滨,没敢和盼了我一年没说几句话头发已花白的父母道别。背起行囊,我的身后,红灯笼们红着眼睛看着我,鞭炮们噼噼啪啪拍着手掌像在欢送,硝烟时浓时淡还是我童年时的样子,夜幕下的哈尔滨熟悉又令人伤感。 Really do not want to come. This day is the third day of the first month, Valentine’s Day, my wife in the north of Heihe North with her father and mother, and I, only in the first two days back to Harbin, did not dare and hope I did not say a few words a year has been hair Farewell parents say goodbye. Baggage behind my back, the red lanterns are red eyes watching me, the firecrackers are patted palm like hands in the farewell, thick smoke when the smoke or my childhood look, the night under the Harbin is also familiar Sad.