似乎从很早前,我开始忐忑节日的来临,它让我想起一个词“末路狂花”。空气中有种紧迫气氛,人们神色匆匆,表情下藏着因节日而起的喜悦、亢奋与焦虑。是的,不知为何,节日像所有好事一样,让人高兴同时也让人忐忑莫名。我的心一点点揪紧了,高潮来临前的某种恐惧症,我怕节日闸门一打开,喜庆洪水泛滥席卷后,会留下一片疮痍,如浴血后战场。食物与焰火的尸骸四处堆积, It seems from a very early time, I started the festival, it reminds me of a word There is a kind of urgency in the air, people look hurried, expression hidden under the joy of holiday, excitement and anxiety. Yes, I do not know why, festivals, like all good deeds, make people happy but also people inexplicable. My heart a little clenched, some kind of phobia before the climax, I am afraid the festival gate opened, festive flooding swept away, it will leave a boil, such as bloody battlefield. The remains of food and fireworks pile up everywhere,