每每放下一年的活儿,街上鲜艳的菊花应节绽开,大红的“福”字即将挂起。每年这个时节,远处点点紧促的炮竹声把过年的气氛装点得一天比一天浓,而我,在每年的这个时节,都要将崭新的钞票放进一帧精美的“利是”封里,留给一个思念。这想念就像铁轨一样长,一直伸到生命不可触及的地方…… Often put down a year’s work, the streets of bright chrysanthemums should be blooming, the red “blessing” is about to hang. Every year of this year, the tight-knit fireworks roaring away from far away place the atmosphere of the New Year on a day by day basis. However, at this time of year, I put brand-new notes in an exquisite “Lee is” seal Lane, leaving a miss. It’s as long as a railroad track, and it stretches out of reach of life ...