冬至又至。这一天夜最长,昼最短。白昼与黑夜交汇的那一刻,我在太阳面前匍匐下来,冬夜渐次沉寂。白天就此流走,长夜全无尽头,孤枕独眠,辗转反侧,思绪万千。犹记得儿时,父亲在北方大城市工作,母亲带着我们姐妹住在僻静的乡下,每逢冬至,全家人才能团圆。家人围坐在一起,欢快地包饺子。母亲擀皮儿,父亲剁馅儿,皮要擀得不薄不厚,馅是荠菜加上五花肉,母亲从野地里采来新鲜的荠菜,洗净,然后同猪肉一起切成碎末,搅拌均 To the winter solstice again. The longest night this day, the shortest day. At the moment when day and night meet, I crawl in front of the sun and the winter night falls silent. This flow away during the day, noon at night, sleep alone, tossing and turning, thoughts. I remember my childhood, my father worked in a big northern city and my mother lived in a quiet country with our sisters. Every winter solstice, the entire family reunited. Family sitting together, happily dumplings. The mother rolls the skin, the father chops the stuffing, the skin should be rolled not too thin, the stuffing is shepherd’s purse plus pork, the mother picks fresh shepherd’s purse from the field, wash, and then cut into pieces together with the pork minced, stir