在春节匆忙赶来的脚步声中,我又仿佛回到了那些年间同外婆一起在乡下生活的腊月里。流年似水,人事全非。外婆早已逝世。我也人到中年,一切都不复存在,昨日也不可重来,唯有同外婆在乡下过年的场景,沉淀到日子的最深处,被时光凝聚成珍珠。不思量,自难忘,每于夜静时分碰触到它,自有一份至亲至爱的温情,挟带着几丝阴阳永隔的痛楚。 In the hurried footsteps of the Spring Festival, I again seem to have returned to the twelfth lunar month in the country where my grandma and grandpa lived together. Flowing years, non-personnel. Grandma has long passed away. I also middle-aged people, everything no longer exists, yesterday can not be repeated, only the scene with the grandmother in the New Year, settling in the deepest part of the day, the time cohesion into pearls. Do not think about it, since memorable, every touch of night touch when it comes, a loved one loved one’s own warmth, with a few yin and yin with a few tears of pain.