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发表时间:2021-02-23 23:14

冬去移星斗,春来换乾坤。”经过了多灾多难的庚子年,盼望已久的辛丑牛年终于来临。这一年意味着无限种幸福的可能,意味着光明与蓬勃的希望。


除夕夜,爷爷奶奶、大伯大妈与堂哥都来吃团圆饭。年糕,寓意“年年高”味美可口又意蕴无穷,当然是今晚一道必不可少的主菜。


许多年糕放在小盆里,切成薄短的一片片,好像是一小根一小根白皙的象牙。我拧开灶台上的旋钮,蓝紫色的火苗蹿了起来,欢快地舔舐着锅底,迫不及待地迎接着将要登场的辛丑年糕。


倒油。当那一片金黄的油花在锅底绽放时,我拿起了盆,一块一块将盆中的年糕拨进了锅里。许多小油珠子像种荚中喷出的花种,争先恐后地飞跃到空中,热情地拥抱坠下的年糕;年糕像一群久旱后的小鱼,紧紧地贴在浸了油的锅底上,发出一阵满意的叹息。


我打了一个鸡蛋,用筷子回旋搅拌。筷子间流动的蛋液明亮诱人,是朝阳那细腻的金黄色。这美丽的金黄色凝固在了年糕间的缝隙中,仿佛是百合花海里那星星点点的蒲公英。


加了些上次晒的酱油肉,铺了几片手撕的球菜,这一副描绘花海的风景画就有了裸露的粗枝,有了茂盛的新叶,纷披掩映,显得蔚然深远,娇俏动人。锅铲翻飞着,像画家的海绵,这里轻轻一抹,那里重重一擦,使得这幅风景画无时无刻都在变幻,像春节闹市里的霓虹灯,又像泛着波光的粼粼河面。


客厅里,笑声与说话声不绝于耳,亲人们都在等着除夕夜的**道菜。我一把拧过灶台的旋钮,火苗哧地缩回小脑袋。最后一件食材—虾皮像细碎的雪片,纷纷扬扬地洒上盘中定了型的美丽花丛。“辛丑年糕烧好了!”我喊一嗓子菜名,弓身去端灶台上的菜盘。


小区里炸响了劈里啪啦的鞭炮声,我抬头一望,透过厨房的窗玻璃,五彩缤纷的烟花蓦地照亮了整个夜空。奶奶靠在厨房门口,两眼闪烁着幸福的光彩,好像回到了她的青春。她颤巍巍地迎上前来。


“妞妞烧的?妞妞真棒!”


我笑着点点头。“对呀!谢谢奶奶!”


走出厨房,爸爸正在饭桌上的小菜里摆切好的胡萝卜花,大家正围坐在饭桌前谈天说地。见到我,纷纷抬起头。“新年好呀!”“来,吃年糕咧····”“吃了年糕,你们小孩子长高高···”“妞宝真不错!”···不一会儿,盘子就见了底,满足的笑容在每一个人脸上漾开,房间被点亮了,被赋予了亲情的温暖。


辛丑年,一切都会好起来的。


新年快乐!

英语翻译:

Move the star in winter, and change the universe in spring. "After the troubled Geng Zi Year, the long-awaited Xin Chou Year of the Ox finally arrived. This year means unlimited possibilities for happiness, and it means bright and flourishing hope.


On New Year's Eve, grandparents, uncles and aunts and cousins all came to have a reunion dinner. The nian gao, which means "every year is high", is delicious and has endless meaning. Of course, it is an essential main dish tonight.


Many rice cakes are placed in small pots and cut into thin slices, like small roots of white ivory. I unscrewed the knob on the stove, the blue-violet flame burst up, licking the bottom of the pot happily, and couldn't wait to welcome the Xin Chou rice cake that was about to debut.


pour oil. When the golden oil blossoms bloomed on the bottom of the pot, I picked up the pot and pushed the rice cake in the pot into the pot piece by piece. Many small oil beads are like flower seeds sprayed from a seed pod, rushing into the air, enthusiastically hugging the falling rice cake; the rice cake is like a group of small fish after a long drought, tightly clinging to the bottom of the oil-soaked pot , Issued a sigh of satisfaction.


I beat an egg and stirred with chopsticks. The egg liquid flowing between the chopsticks is bright and attractive, the delicate golden yellow of Chaoyang. This beautiful golden yellow solidified in the gaps between the rice cakes, like dandelions in a sea of lilies.


Add some soy sauce meat last time, spread a few slices of hand-tipped vegetables, this landscape painting depicting a sea of flowers has bare thick branches, lush new leaves, looming, and it looks far-reaching. Charming and moving. The spatula flew, like a painter's sponge, with a light touch here and a heavy wipe there, making this landscape painting change all the time, like the neon lights in the downtown area during the Spring Festival, and the shimmering river surface.


In the living room, laughter and talking are endless, and relatives are waiting for the first dish of New Year’s Eve. I twisted the knob of the stove, and the flame retracted my little head. The last ingredient-dried shrimp skins are like finely shredded snow flakes, sprinkled one after another on the beautiful flowers in the plate. "The Xin Chou rice cake is ready!" I shouted the name of the dish, and bowed to carry the dish on the stove.


There was a crackling of firecrackers in the community, and I looked up and through the kitchen window glass, colorful fireworks suddenly illuminated the entire night sky. Grandma leaned against the kitchen door, her eyes gleaming with happiness, as if she had returned to her youth. She came forward tremblingly.


"Niu Niu burned? Niu Niu is awesome!"


I smiled and nodded. "Yeah! Thank you grandma!"


Walking out of the kitchen, Dad was placing cut carrot flowers in the side dishes on the dinner table. Everyone was sitting around the dinner table talking about it. Seeing me, they raised their heads. "Happy New Year!" "Come on, eat rice cakes..." "After eating rice cakes, your children grow taller..." "Niubao is really good!" After a while, the plate will see the bottom , A satisfied smile spread on everyone's face, the room was lit up, and was given the warmth of family affection.


In Xin Chounian, everything will be fine.


happy New Year!




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