1正月初六,天高云淡。清晨,红彤彤的朝阳刺破云雾,跃上东山,一时贴在千门万户的春联,就被那万道霞光映照得愈加红润了。院角,几株小草奋力探出嫩绿的身子,那扭腰撒胯的惬意劲儿,似在争相享受这妩媚春光。早饭过后,天晴地暖,鸡追鸭逐,沉寂了一宿的村子就像个隔夜的醉汉,正嘟嘟囔囔走着,稍不留神,就一头栽进了喧嚣的旋涡。男人们终于攒足闲情,将平时疏于打理的头发梳得油光闪亮,继而雄 A lunar January sixth day, sky clear. In the early morning, the bright red sun pierced the clouds and leaped onto the Dongshan Mountains. At the time, the Spring Festival couplets of thousands of households were radiated by those thousands of rays of light. Hospital corner, a few strains of grass struggling to find out the green body, that twist waist hip comfortable satisfied child, seems competing to enjoy this charming spring. After breakfast, fine warm, chicken chase ducks, silent overnight village like an overnight drunk, is toot toothed walk, a little inattentive, plunged into the hustle and bustle of the vortex. Men finally save their leisure time, will usually neglect the care of the hair comb shine shiny, and then male