岁月的脚步又一次跨进了腊月的门槛,渐渐地,身边年味的气息也越来越浓,春节近在咫尺。一时间,“去哪里过年?”这句话似乎成了身边熟人朋友见面的问候语。于我而言,离别故乡,溺入城市,已经二十多年,我的五脏六腑已被城市的美好时光,浣洗得几乎没有一点乡土气味了。照理说,现在天天穿新衣、顿顿有肉吃,过上儿时盼过年一样生活的我,已经梦想成真。可是,留有乡村胎记的我,总是被乡情割不断的脐带牢牢拴住,磁性一般吸引着我的魂魄,驱使我年复一年,不顾朋 Time and again stepped into the threshold of the twelfth lunar month, gradually, around the flavor of the year is getting thicker, Spring Festival is close at hand. For a time, “where to go to New Year? ” This sentence seems to have become familiar acquaintances friends meet greetings. For me, it is more than twenty years since I left my hometown and drowned into the city. My internal organs have been a wonderful time in the city, and there is almost no local smell. It is reasonable to say that I now wear a new dress every day, eat meat Dunlton, lived a child I live like a New Year, has a dream come true. However, I have left the birthmark of rural areas, always cut off by the nostalgia of umbilical cord is always firmly tied to magnetic generally attract my soul, driving me year after year, regardless of friends