新年的钟声还没有响起,村里的年炮已经噼啪炸响,那响声比往年要猛烈许多。我忍不住走到门外,只见远远近近的乡村上空已经是一片灿烂。过去只有在城里才能看到的焰火,却不知在几时来到了乡村。高高低低的礼花盛开在高旷的夜空,抛开城市高楼大厦的羁绊,每一株焰火都在尽情地向夜空伸展,恣意地绽放出最美的身姿,无拘无束,奔放不羁。与闪 New Year’s bell has not yet sounded, the village’s artillery has been crackling explosion, it sounded much more violent than in previous years. I could not help but go outside, I saw far above the village is already a brilliant sky over. In the past only in the city to see the fireworks, but I do not know when the village came. High and low fireworks bloom in Kuang Kuang’s night sky, throw off the fetters of tall buildings in the city, each fireworks are enjoyable to the night sky stretching, wantonly bloom the most beautiful posture, unrestrained, unrestrained. With flash