那年那月乡村纪事

翻开陶凯龙《那年那月乡村纪事》的书稿,一页页浓郁着东北风情,那种熟悉的味道扑面而来,猛烈地撞击我的心扉,仿佛一下子穿越到了几十年光阴,回到了童年时代。那过年时的粘豆包,大豆腐,杀猪菜,绿色豆芽菜,一切都是那么不事雕琢,带着原始的味道沁人心脾。品读着这些温馨的文字,我周身氤氲着童年时的那种单纯天真的氛围,我想起了翻着日历,掰着手指头,唱着童谣等着过年,盼着过年的情景。那些淳朴亲切的文字,娓娓道来轶事,曾经在我们心中留下那份美好情感,勾起我们美好的回忆。(Open Tao Kailong's manuscript of Chronicle of That Village in That Month of That Year, the pages is filled with strong northeastern style, which is a familiar smell that fiercely beats my heart. It seems as if I came back to decades ago to my childhood. In the spring festival of those years, sticky bean buns, big tofu, pig-related dishes, green bean sprouts... everything was not processed, with original and refreshing taste. Reading these warm words, my whole body is surrounded by the pure innocent atmosphere in childhood, which reminds me of flipping the calendar book, counting my fingers, singing nursery rhymes, waiting for the spring festival, and looking forward to the scene of celebrating the festival. Those rustic and intimate words, telling the old stories, once left good feelings in our minds and aroused our good memories.)