当初春的空气像黄渤海的海水一样温热翻腾时,烟台沿海的人们对渔灯节的翘盼便开始汩汩流淌。那是一个民间的约会。没有人打手机,也没有人挨家挨户地下通知,四面八方的人自然会嗅着气息赶过来。“几百年了,一到正月十三、十四都是这样的。”他们说。我不知道几百年有多久远,只知道渔民们说这些话的时候,眼里、嘴里、 When the air in the spring was as warm as the sea of ​​the Yellow Sea and the Bohai Sea, people in Yantai’s coastal areas began to wander about the festival. That’s a folk date. No one hit the cell phone, nor did anyone go door-to-door underground notification that people in all directions naturally sniffed the gas over. “For hundreds of years, this is the first to the first, the third, and the fourth.” "They say. I do not know how long a few hundred years, just know fishermen say these words, eyes, mouth,