1月26日晴春节前,老爸说今年我们回老家过年。我听了兴奋得一蹦三尺高,因为我终于可以过一个热热闹闹的春节,一个一家十几口大团圆的春节,一个年味十足的春节。这个春节,年味儿在圆圆的糍粑里。二十八,舂糍粑。在老家,舂糍粑可是春节前的一出重头大戏。这不,为了让我感受一下老家舂糍粑的热闹气氛,腊月二十八早上,才六点半妈妈就喊我起床了。只见奶奶将早已蒸熟的糯米饭倒 January 26 Qingchun before the dad said we go home this year, the Chinese New Year. I heard excited about jumping up three feet high, because I finally can live a bustling Spring Festival, a family of more than a dozen happy New Year, a year-long Spring Festival. This Spring Festival, the taste of children in the round 糍 粑 Lane. Twenty-eight, 舂 糍 粑. In his hometown, 舂 糍 粑 but a big drama before the Spring Festival. This is not, in order to make me feel the lively atmosphere of the old home, the twelfth morning of the twelfth lunar month, only half past six mother called me to get up. I saw my grandmother will have steamed glutinous rice down