年来了,福到了!“年”很古老,几千岁了吧,又很年轻,年年不变,青春洋溢。那些关于“年”的记忆就像一块画布,有浓有淡,有枯有涩,有明有暗,有空白,也有闲笔,闲笔处题首小诗,诗里开着鲜艳艳的花,又红又媚。那是几枚印章开出来的,有时候还印在小孩子的额头上,讨喜。中国人过年,几乎人人都成了艺术大师。从一圈花边饺子到一只虎头鞋,从左邻右舍到一家老少,从一句祝福到一个抱拳施礼,整个 Years, blessing! “Year ” is very old, thousands of years old, very young, unchanged year by year, youthful. Those who remember about “year” are like a canvas, with light, dry, astringent, empty, blank, freehand brushwork Flowers, red and beautiful. That is a few stamps out, and sometimes printed on the child’s forehead, lovable. Chinese New Year, almost everyone has become a master of arts. Lace dumplings from a circle to a tiger’s head shoes, from neighbors to a young man, from a blessing to a Baoquan salute, the whole