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元宵节那天,刚吃过晚饭,村里的人都纷纷走向打谷场,观看我们村老年秧歌队的精彩演出。等我和爸爸来到打谷场,这里早已被人们围得水泄不通。打谷场上灯火通明,如同白昼。我从人群里挤过去,坐在了最前面。秧歌队的爷爷奶奶们浓妆艳抹,穿着华丽的服装准备登场。“咚咚锵……”欢快的锣鼓声震耳欲聋,响彻整个打谷场。秧歌队的演出
Lantern Festival that day, had just eaten dinner, the village people have to go to the threshing floor, watch the wonderful performance of our village elderly Yangko team. When my father and I came to the threshing floor, there has long been packed with people. Threshing field lit, as the day. I squeezed from the crowd, sitting in front of. Yangko grandparents who make-up, wearing gorgeous costumes ready to debut. “Dong Dong Qiang ... ” cheerful gongs and drums deafening, rang through the entire threshing floor. Yangko team performance