直到母亲突然离世,我才明白年不仅仅与胃液有关,不仅仅是糍粑、腌菜、腊肉以及鞭炮、祝福与欢愉,还有彻骨的疼痛、思念、追悔,以及无以为家的落寞与辛酸。没有了母亲,我才知道自己不再是个孩子。母亲走后,回家过年成了我的必修课。我知道,此生无从救赎,风雨无阻只为能给孤寂的父亲一丝安慰。 It was not until the sudden death of my mother that I understood that the year was not merely about gastric juice, not just catsups, pickles, bacon and firecrackers, blessing and joy, but also painful, painful, regretful, regretful, lonely and bitter . Without my mother, I realized I was no longer a child. After my mother left home, the Chinese New Year became my compulsory course. I know that this life can not be redeemed, only for the slightest comfort to lonely father.