站在村子最高处的坡上看,小村像一个巨大的十字架,东西南北四条路,把小村切割开来。大路的两旁,长满了高大的白杨树。一进入腊月,小村里就变得静悄悄的,只有偶尔的鞭炮声会打破小村的寂静。那是孩子们在放鞭炮。夜里,二踢脚巨大的声响在回荡,黑色的夜空里闪耀着好看的火花。 Standing on the slopes of the highest point of the village, the village looks like a huge cross and has four roads from south to north, cutting the village. On both sides of the road, covered with tall poplar trees. As soon as it enters the twelfth lunar month, the village becomes quiet, and only the occasional sound of firecrackers breaks the silence of the village. That’s where the kids are firing fireworks. Night, two kick huge sound echoed in the black night sky sparkling nice sparks.