在我的记忆里,过年的味道,不是“啪啪”燃放鞭炮时,蔓延在白烟中浓烈的火药味儿,也不是那些包得艳丽闪亮的甜到心眼里的糖果的味道,而是奶奶的屋子里再也平常不过的老汤的味道。大年三十的晚上,总会到奶奶家吃团圆饭。车子穿过一条条灯火通红的繁华的街道,避开如银河一样的车流,我们走到一条安静的小巷里。深沉的夜色堙没了路灯的余晖,但不能堙没从奶奶的老屋子里飘出来的老汤的浓香。每次闻到汤的香味儿,心窝就暖和起来。我觉得,过年,就是这种味道。一到过年,街道便安静了许多。但一间间屋子里都冒着饭菜的热气,都充满了团圆的 In my memory, the Chinese New Year’s taste is not “pops” When the fireworks were set off, the intense smell of gunpowder spread in the white smoke was not the taste of the sweets that were glittering and sweet in their eyes It is taste of old soup no more normal than grandma’s house. New Year’s Eve night, always go to Grandma’s house to eat reunion dinner. The car passed through the bustling streets of red lights, avoiding the same traffic as the Milky Way, we walked into a quiet alley. Deep night 堙 no light of the lamp afterglow, but not from old grandma grandmother floating out of the old soup. Every time I smell the smell of soup, my heart will warm up. I think Chinese New Year is such a taste. As soon as the Chinese new year is over, the street is much quieter. But the steaming of meals in one room was full of reunion