小时候过年,印象中最深刻的既不是震耳的鞭炮轰鸣,也不是满桌的佳肴珍馐,而是每年除夕父亲盛好的满满一碗放在台子上的白米饭。这碗米饭从除夕夜一直摆到正月初三,然后在父亲的带领下,把它重新热上,每人分一些,谓之“吃年饭辞年”。曾问过母亲,为什么过年还要 When I was a kid, I was impressed by neither the loud firecrackers nor the delicacies of a full table, but rather the white bowl of rice served on the table by my father on the New Year’s Eve. The bowl of rice from New Year’s Eve has been placed in the first three days of the lunar January, and then under the leadership of his father, put it back on the heat, each divided into some, that “the New Year.” Have asked my mother why the New Year is still