又是一年圣诞日,我被老母关在城北所谓艺术家聚居区的一所小木屋里,写作业。昨天平安夜,吾两人受邀随昆因一家去教堂。成群扎堆的白人春光满面挤在温暖温馨的高大天主教堂里,听牧师颂读圣经,听唱诗班飘扬的歌声。石像耶稣继续被钉在十字架上,在大家头顶默不作声。众人一派虔诚状,沉浸在这美丽渲染的仪式之中。教堂乐队的圣诞歌曲演绎着耶稣降生的喜悦和希望,一年一度宝贵的家人团聚之夜再一次被点亮。 Christmas Day is another year, I was the old mother in the so-called artist inhabited area of ​​a small wooden home, homework. Yesterday Christmas Eve, both of us invited to go to church with Quinn. Crowds of white crowded crowded crowded in the warm and warm Catholic Church, listening to the priest reading the Bible, listening to songs singing songs. The statue of Jesus continues to be crucified, silent on everyone’s head. All sentient devout, immersed in the beautiful rendering of the ceremony. The Christmas orchestra’s Christmas song is an interpretation of the joy and hope of the birth of Jesus. Once again, the once-in-a-lifetime family reunion night is lit up again.