一进了腊月,新年也就不远了。乐衷笔耕的我突然萌生了写篇新年小说的念头。但是写什么呢?一天傍晚,天上飘起了雪花。我干活回来,走进屋里,撒么一眼小屋,只见上午刚刚从海拉尔来的我娘在炕头儿盖着床花被,悄悄地躺着。想必是一路车马劳顿很累了吧。扎着围裙里外忙活的妻子,左手拎着刚刚倒过的脏水桶,右手随即从井沿儿缸盖儿上操起水瓢,一边往里边锅台那走,一边扭头儿说,“刚才从后院上咱家来个老头儿。看没男人在家没进屋就走了,说一会还来。”“干啥?”“说是从城里回老家看看故土顺便到咱家走走。”“是呀,这屯子是我的故土哇!” Once in the twelfth lunar month, the New Year is not far off. Keen writing I suddenly sprouted the idea of ​​writing a New Year’s novel. But what to write? One day in the evening, the sky floated snowflakes. I came back to work, walked into the room, splashed a hut, I saw the morning just came from Hailar my mother in the bed covered bed kennel, quietly lying. Presumably, it was tired of riding Lawton. Armed with a busy apron living outside his left hand carrying the dirty bucket just inverted, right hand then from the well along the cylinder head cover children on the water scoop, while inside the pot to go that side, while turned to say, “just from the backyard On our home to an old man.No man at home did not enter the house and left, and said a while back. ”“ What? ”“ ”Is from the city back home to see the homeland way to our house Go. “” Yes, this village is my hometown wow! "