;</span>稀里糊涂的<></span>转眼的功夫<></span>年便到了<></span>

  新年这日清晨<></span>鸡叫头遍后<></span>顾家晚辈都早早的穿了盛服立在堂屋等候<></span>鸡叫二遍<></span>顾岩走出屋子<></span>晚辈们一起行礼<></span>顾昭半礼<></span>长兄还礼<></span>

  礼毕后<></span>他与长兄一先一后<></span>只差半步的带着晚辈男丁们一起到家中祠堂祭祀祖先<></span>除宗妇外<></span>其她女眷们便再不必跟着<></span>

  这一路天是朦朦胧胧的黑<></span>顾昭被簇拥着<></span>慢慢的向前走<></span>身后的队伍人数越来越多<></span>无人交谈<></span>只是布鞋摩擦砖地的声音<></span>队伍越来越大<></span>道路越来越明<></span>

  左右两边是提着红皮灯笼的男仆<></span>一重一重过着老顾家的三门<></span>二门<></span>大门<></span>直至家庙<></span>

  每过一门<></span>门内都大开家门<></span>挑了灯笼挂在家门口的灯环上<></span>全家匍匐着送当家人出门去祭祀祖先<></span>这样的礼节顾昭以前从没参与过<></span>八岁前他老子疼他从不舍他缺了觉<></span>后来……南方也无这般的讲究<></span>

  到了如今……那一声声巨大的门板的吱扭咣当声<></span>那一盏盏家族点亮的写着大大顾字儿的灯笼挂起<></span>那一张张坐堂媳妇们半福着扬起来的带着足足笑意的面颊<></span>顾昭才有了一种很独特的感觉<></span>他属于这群人<></span>这群人也连接着他<></span>千丝万缕的<></span>一起维系在一起<></span>这才是家吧<></span>

  仿佛就是这般的……就到这里了<></spa