时光之翼,翩然远逝。微寒之中,晨曦和暖,街树已挂有新绿,溢满祥和之气。素日,北方候鸟者,或金发碧眼的,悠游市衢河畔,吟笑于草坪亭榭。而今行踪稀有,了无声息。哦,过年了,候鸟北翥,碧眼金发者亦远渡重洋,与家人团聚了。小时候,家乡人过年甚有风味。那时,年前已备好柴火,养肥小猪备齐蔬菜、鸡鸭鱼之物,以为年物。廿七,年 Wings of Time, flies far away. Micro-cold, dawn and warm, street trees have been linked to a new green, overflowing with auspicious gas. Su-day, the northern migratory, or blonde, You Qu City River, Yin laugh in the lawn pavilion. Now where the whereabouts of rare, silent. Oh, Chinese New Year, migratory birds Beibei, blue-eyed blond who also travel across the oceans, reunited with his family. When I was young, hometown people had a lot of Chinese New Year flavor. At that time, years ago, the firewood was prepared and the fattening pigs were ready for vegetables, poultry and fish stuffs, which were thought to be the year objects. 27, years