我只是一束烟花,千百年来,我不停地轮回,不停地绽放、消失。每次只有三天的记忆……第一日。和别的烟花捆绑在一起,被小心地运输。喜庆的日子烟花必不可少。我和伙伴将于三日后“演出”——献上我们生命中最精彩的瞬间。第二日。早晨,阳光灼热,工作人员互相招呼着把我们搬到一片空地上烤晒,防止我在明天那样重要的日子里“失声”。阳光下,我隐约能看见汗在他们的额头上闪烁发光。第三日。就是今天。人们盼了好久,享受假期的愉快——这些,都 I am just a bunch of fireworks, thousands of years, I kept reincarnation, kept bloom, disappear. Only three days at a time of memory ... the first day. Bundled with other fireworks, be carefully transported. Fireworks on a festive day are essential. After 3 days, my partner and I will show you the most wonderful moments in our lives. The second day. In the morning, the sun shines, and the staff greet each other to move us to a clearing and roast the sun, preventing me from losing my voice in such an important day as tomorrow. In the sunshine, I can vaguely see sweat shining on their forehead. The third day. It’s today. People look forward to long, enjoy the pleasant holidays - these, all