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腊月二十三是小年,在那个叫王庄的小村里,家家户户忙着买年货,祭灶王,氤氲的香气从家家户户的窗棂里飘出来,弥漫在空中。艾草把事先预备好的糖瓜、火烧摆到供桌上,烧了纸,又吃力地跪下磕了个头。祭完灶王爷,艾草就想起了自己的男人张河,感到有些生气。祭灶这样的事都是男人做的,段上离村子只有一里路,张河硬是半个多月没有回家,不想自己总该想肚子里的孩
The twelfth lunar month twenty-three is a small year, in that village called Wangzhuang, every household is busy buying New Year’s goods, cook king, shy scent drifted out from every household window, filled in the air. Wormwood pre-prepared sugar melon, fire placed on the table, burned paper, but also struggling to knelt and knocked head. Faiwang Wang, Wicker remembered his own Zhang River, feel a little angry. Sacrificial stove this kind of thing is done by men, only a mile away from the village section of the road, Zhang He did not even go home half a month, do not want their own children should always belly