记忆中的年味对我来说就是除夕夜一家人团聚在年夜饭桌前的其乐融融,回味着以往的酸甜苦辣,聆听着父亲的教诲。有生以来的每一个春节我都是和家人在一起过的。现在,我在外地工作,一年回家的次数屈指可数,回家过年是游子们亘古不变的情结。去年过年,由于没买到提前回家的车票,腊月三十我才赶到家。走出车站,抬头便看到了父亲。瘦削的父亲衣着单薄,但精神抖擞。父亲看到我是满眼的爱意,我看到 Memories of the year to me is the New Year’s Eve family reunions in the grand dinner in the enjoyable, memorable past the ups and downs, listening to his father’s teachings. I have been with my family since every Spring Festival. Now that I work in the field, there are only a few people returning home a year, and returning home for the New Year is an everlasting complex of wanderers. Last year, New Year, because I did not get early home tickets, the twelfth lunar month I arrived at home. Out of the station, looked up and saw his father. Thin father dressed thin, but full of energy. My father saw that I was full of love, I see