前些年夏天,常常一个人跑到湘鄂交界的八大公山原始森林中写东西。在那难忘的时光里,守林人小覃时不时念叨起他们过年的情景,新奇清淳,撩人心扉。后来每到年根,脑海里就一幕幕地牵连出一些山中过年的美好遐想。眼看兔年快到,想到又要在京城度过一个慵懒无聊的春节,心中那种骚动就像雨后荒野里的禾苗,油然生长起来。恰好这时小覃打来电话,说近来 A few years ago in the summer, I often wrote a piece to the Badagung Mountain virgin forest at the junction of Hunan and Hubei. In that unforgettable time, the guard Xiao Tan occasionally read about their New Year scene, a new Qing Chun, sultry heart. Later every year root, my mind to implicate some beautiful reverie in the mountains New Year. As soon as the Year of the Rabbit approached, I also thought of spending a lazy and boring Spring Festival in the capital. The kind of commotion in the heart was like the seedlings in the wilderness after the rain. Just when Xiao Tan called and said recently