元旦佳节,人们个个喜气洋洋,家家户户的饺子更是香气四溢。院子里的蜡梅也开得正盛,不时还能闻到蜡梅的香气。元旦的乐曲是清晨炮仗起的小调,清脆悦耳,故乡从寒冷的夜晚中醒来,惺忪中瞅见门前的小草还盖着昨晚的棉被。奶奶迈着细碎的步伐,踩着一地白雪,来到我的房间,用她那遍布老茧的手轻轻地推了我几下,轻声 New Year’s Day, people are all beaming, dumplings every household is more fragrant. Chimonanthus yard is also open Ching Shing, from time to time can smell the plum aroma. New Year’s Day music is a small fortress played early in the day, clear and sweet, his home woke up from the cold night, bleary in front of the grass covered last night’s quilt. Grandmother marched fine pace, stepping on the snow, came to my room, with her hands full of calluses gently pushed me a few times, softly