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随着年龄的增长,不管城里的年味愈来愈淡,还是人们对过年的意识渐次减少,但每到腊月时节,我似乎又听到那鞭炮声由远及近,由疏渐密地响起,将年一下子拉得很近了。于是,年味在嗅觉上跳荡,一年的奔劳似乎找到了歇脚之处。想着想着,乡村的春节飘然而来,我有了渴望过年的想头。赶年集、购年货、贴春联、包水饺、吃年夜饭、喝红枣茶、看央视晚会、放鞭炮、磕头拜年,这一个个故事串起了我记忆中故乡春节主题,这背后传承着历史、流淌着亲情、凝聚着挚爱。
As we grow older, no matter whether the taste of the city is getting lighter or the awareness of the Chinese New Year diminishes, I still hear the sound of firecrackers going from far to near, Sounded, the year will be pulled very close. Thus, the taste of the jump in the sense of smell, a year of labor seems to find a rest. Thinking of it, the Spring Festival of the village floated, I had the desire to celebrate the New Year. Catch the New Year, buy the New Year, paste the couplets, dumplings, eat dinner, drink red dates tea, watch the CCTV party, set off firecrackers, kowtow to the New Year, a series of stories I string in the memory of hometown Spring Festival theme, which inherits the history behind , Flowing family, condensed with love.