眺望时光天空，心里默默许愿：我真想时光倒流。

在我们家，有一个习俗——过年包汤圆。每年春节，我们一个大家庭都要去爷爷奶奶家拜年团圆，欢乐的笑声传入每家每户……

依稀记得：过年时，和姑姑、叔叔一家和爷爷奶奶拜年团圆。回到家，家里暖暖的，沙发上坐着大姑一家、小姑一家、叔叔一家……当然还有爷爷奶奶。“包汤圆喽！”我们欢天喜地地冲进厨房，一人抓一个奶奶揉好的大面团，热火朝天地干了起来。

我还小，踮起脚尖也够不着面团，急得“金豆子”直落。姐姐帮了我一把，搬了把椅子，让我站在上面。呵呵，不高不矮，刚好让我抓到。我用小手使劲地捏着，面太硬，我脸涨得像个西红柿，姐姐见我的样子很好玩，趁我不注意的时候，在我的鼻子上粘了一个小面团。

我想瞧瞧，就两眼一起往下看，成了“斗鸡眼”，整个厨房都笑翻了天。哥哥又用面粉在我眉心点了一点；大姐再用两块小面团在我的两个酒窝按了按……他们给我化完“妆”后，把我推到外面，展示给大人们看，开玩笑说：“白脸小丑哦！”我看他们笑，也不知道为什么，跟着“呵呵”傻笑起来。屋里的气氛，那个温馨，真可谓：此景只应天上有，人间哪得几回聚。

写到这儿，我心里像打翻五味瓶。今年的情景与往年截然不同：姐姐盯着平板、哥哥跷着二郎腿打着“王者荣耀”，大姐也打着电脑游戏……家的那种温暖烟消云散。

“什么时候包汤圆？”我迫不及待地嘟哝道。“包什么汤圆啊！我在超市里已经买好了。”大姐头都不抬地说。“什么？已经买好了？”我心里一惊，一种从未有过的失落涌上心头，酸楚、委屈一股脑袭来。

“对啊，现在超市里有卖的。”姐姐仍轻描淡写地说。我不禁流下了眼泪，心里总感觉少了些家的味道。

唉！我真想时光倒流，回到以前那个温馨的家。

Looking at the sky in time, I made a silent wish in my heart: I really want to go back in time.

In our family, there is a custom - wrapping glutinous rice balls for Chinese New Year. Every year during the Spring Festival, our big family goes to grandparents’ house for New Year’s reunion, and joyful laughter spreads to every household…

I vaguely remember: during the Chinese New Year, I had a New Year's reunion with my aunt, uncle's family, and grandparents. When I got home, the house was warm. On the sofa sat the aunt's family, the younger aunt's family, the uncle's family... and of course grandparents. "Bang dumplings!" We happily rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a large dough that grandma kneaded, and started to dry it in full swing.

I was still young, and I couldn't reach the dough even on my tiptoes, so the "golden beans" fell straight down. My sister helped me with a chair and let me stand on it. Hehe, neither tall nor short, just let me catch it. I pinched it hard with my little hands, the face was too hard, my face swelled up like a tomato, my sister was very funny to see me, and when I wasn't paying attention, a small dough sticked to my nose.

I wanted to take a look, so I looked down at the same time, and it became "cross-eyed", and the whole kitchen burst into laughter. The elder brother used flour to put a little bit between my eyebrows; the elder sister used two small pieces of dough to press on my two dimples... After they put on my "makeup", they pushed me outside and showed them to the adults. , jokingly said: "White-faced clown!" I saw them laughing, and I didn't know why, and smirked along with "Haha". The atmosphere in the room, that warm, can be described as: this scene should only be seen in the sky, and there will be few gatherings in the world.

Writing this, I feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle in my heart. This year's situation is completely different from previous years: my sister is staring at the tablet, my brother is playing "Honor of Kings" with Erlang's legs crossed, and the elder sister is also playing computer games... The warmth of home has disappeared.

"When will the dumplings be made?" I muttered impatiently. "What kind of dumplings are there! I already bought them in the supermarket." The eldest sister said without raising her head. "What? Already bought it?" I was shocked, a kind of loss that I had never felt before flooded into my heart, and grief and grievance struck me.

"Yes, it's available in the supermarket now." My sister still said lightly. I couldn't help shedding tears, and I always felt a little less homely in my heart.

well! I really want to go back in time and go back to the warm home I used to be.