“新年一到,糖瓜祭灶。姑娘要花,小子要炮……”当天空中的烟花突然炸开时,我嘴里的玉米花爆开了。我也变成了一根小鞭炮,一蹦老高,我心里窝的所有的闷气也就一飞冲天,瞬间消散了。烟火为什么如此地让我痴迷?我甚至觉得过年没 “When the New Year is over, the sugarcane and yam will be given to the stove. The girl will have to spend, and the kid will have to fire...” When the fireworks on the sky suddenly exploded, the popcorn in my mouth burst open. I also became a small firecracker, and once I was at an old height, all the stuffy stuff in my heart flew up and disappeared instantly. Why is the fireworks so obsessed with me? I even feel that the Chinese New Year