已是初五,不时仍有爆竹声在响,年的氛围正浓着。天气似是被气势汹汹连绵不断的爆竹声吓唬暖的,年三十和初一还下着雪,初二初三雪忽然就开化,初四竟下了半夜细雨,初五,家家门前的爆竹屑便流血似的染红了冻土化成的泥。趁清晨人稀,我抓紧饭前的空当往洮昌河边透口气去。一出大院,迎面见马路边那株婀娜多姿的皂角树正被几人兴高采烈地披红挂彩。衣着不俗的一位中年男人,已将好大一盘爆竹的一半缠挂在比他 Is the fifth day, from time to time there are still sound of firecrackers, the atmosphere is strong year. The weather seems to be continuous sounding firecracker sound frightened the warmth, the thirties and the beginning of the first snow, the beginning of the first three snow suddenly Kaihua, the fourth day of the night actually under the rain, the fifth day, every family in front of Explosive pieces of dandelion will bleed like reddish soil into mud. While taking advantage of the early people dilute, I pay close attention to the air before going to the Chang-Chang River gas to go. A compound, the side of the road to meet the strains of that graceful gourd tree is being happily Phi Hung several people. A well-dressed middle-aged man, who has wrapped around a half-large piece of firecrackers hanging over him