那是一个除夕夜,门外是兴奋的剁肉声、盆碗声、人声。家人在厨房如火如荼地打点着年夜饭,嫌我这个冒失鬼给他们添乱,于是我窝在房间与朋友用短信互侃着新年。忽而有个声音划破了这年夜的温馨与喜庆——哀伤粗涩的二胡声划入了这间小屋,呜呜然如泣如诉与带着饭香的绵软空气格格不入。我撂下手,愣愣地循声望去。窗口新换洗的白纱 It was a New Year’s Eve, the excitement outside the chop meat sound, bowl sound, voice. Family in the kitchen in full swing with the New Year’s Day, I suspect that this daredevil to their chaos, so I nest in the room and friends texting each other Kan New Year. Suddenly there was a voice that broke through the warmth and festivities of this great day - the sad, erratic sound of the erhu was assigned to this lodge, and it was incompatible with the soft air with its sweet smell. I 撂 start, Leng Leng to prestige. New window to wash the white yarn