最喜欢过的年是在没有彩灯的星辰下,在远离喧嚣的寂静中,卸下心灵的包袱,把心完全交给大山,交给淳朴的如一张白纸的村庄,年散发出温暖、厚实的味道,亦最真实。可是我害怕过年,也渴望过年,自从我离开那座深沉的大山。小时候,曾在这个寂静的村落,清晨听着第一虫鸣,第一阵竹响, The most loved year is in the absence of lanterns under the stars, in the quiet away from the hustle and bustle, remove the burden of the soul, the heart completely to the mountains, to the simple village like a white paper, the year exudes a warm, Thick taste, the most real. But I am afraid of the Chinese New Year, but also long for the New Year, since I left that deep mountain. As a child, once in this quiet village, listening to the first insects in the early morning, the first burst of bamboo ring,