岁是新的,记忆是悠远的,年的味道,是不变的氤氲。不知从什么时候起,在繁忙的街巷两旁、行道树上竟然挂起了一盏盏精灵般的小灯笼。远远望去,肃杀的景色里竟泛起了片片橙红。小巷里一如既往的繁忙,只是那些匆匆过往的行人脸上,泛起了阵阵喜色。往鼻尖上飘过来的都是年的味道。——题记 Old is new, the memory is distant, the taste of the year is the same 氤 氲. I do not know since when, on both sides of the busy streets and lanes, the tree hangs even a little elven lantern. From afar, the scene of the chill actually appeared in the film orange. As always, alley busy, but those passers-by passers-by on the face, bursts of bursts of joy. Drift to the tip of the nose are the flavor of the year. --Inscription