春节长假,带着妻子、孩子,和弟弟、侄女一大家,回乡下和年近七旬的父母一起过年。在乡下走亲访友,5天一晃而过。临回城的晚上,其他人都睡觉去了,就我和父亲坐在火塘边,熊熊的柴火打开了父亲原本沉默的话匣子。“以后回来,在路上碰见乡亲们要多主动打招呼,不知道叫啥没关系,村上的人都时常念叨你们。”“前天,老支书给你装烟,你不抽就算了, Spring Festival holiday, with his wife, children, and his brother, niece, everyone, go home and the New Year with the parents of nearly seventy years. Friends and relatives in the country, 5 days flashed by. Back to the city at night, everyone else went to sleep, and I sat with my father by the fire pond, the firewood opened his father had the silence of the box. ”Later come back, meet the folks on the road to take the initiative to say hello, do not know what it is called, Murakami people often talk about you. “ ”The day before yesterday, the old party secretary to you, you smoke,