2014年的圣诞节,我从红色的计程车下来,来到这座既熟悉又陌生的天主教堂。熟悉是因为我有共同的信仰,陌生是因为我身在异地他乡。街道边的雪早已融化,空气里充满安详和谐的气息。教堂的钟声刚刚响过三下,在我的灵魂里引起共鸣。可我走进教堂,却没赶上青年班的聚会。于是我和老年人在一起拜苦路,唱圣歌。在神父讲道以前,我站在老人们中间等候神父为我们准备的日用神粮。修女们让我们一排排 Christmas 2014, I come down from the red taxi, came to this both familiar and strange Catholic Church. Familiar because I have a common belief, strange because I am in a different place from home. The street side of the snow has melted, the air is full of peaceful and harmonious atmosphere. The bell of the church has just been ringing for three times, resonating in my soul. But I went into the church, but did not catch up with the youth class party. So I was with the elderly Worship Road, singing hymns. Before the priest preached, I stood among the elderly waiting for the daily bread God had prepared for us. Nuns let us row