没人结婚,没人去世,也没人乔迁。秋分过后的一个下午,一串鞭炮突然响起。噼里啪啦的声音,惊得巷道里闲逛的野狗一激灵,夹着尾巴,逃跑了。秋后的巷子是枯寂的,像收割后的田野,毫无生机。鞭炮是大喜和二喜一起放的。两个老头,六七十岁的人了,像两个孩子,大喜叼着烟,二喜拿着火机点。烟着后,大喜皱着额头,猛吸两口,烟头上冒火星时,夹在手上,侧着身子,小心翼翼朝鞭炮凑过去,抖着手,倒弄了半天,才点燃鞭炮。二喜点完火,就早早跑到门里面,把头探 No one married, no one died, no one moved. One afternoon after the autumn equinox, a string of firecrackers suddenly sounded. Crappling sound, stunned alley wandering wild dog a ghost, holding his tail, ran away. Autumn alley is dead, like the fields after harvest, lifeless. Firecrackers are overjoyed and put together two. Two old men, sixties and seventies, like two children, overjoyed with a cigarette, two hi holding a lighter point. Smoke, wrinkled forehead, fiercely suck in two, the cigarette butts on Mars, caught in the hand, sideways body, carefully toward the firecrackers in the past, shaking hands, tearing for a long time before igniting firecrackers. Two points over the fire, ran to the door early, head to explore