天歇了,夜来了。烟花在空中凌乱着,炉火忽明忽暗。老鼠们在房梁上集合,全然不顾门口胡子尾巴一起竖着的老黑猫。它们早就知道邻居家的猫,不敢爬到自家房梁上,姥姥家的老鼠从不拿自个儿当外人。夜越来越深,一不小心,又过了一年。“我都不防我咋长恁大了,都八十好几了。”姥爷瞅着窗户上的月亮自言自语。“中用!又多活一岁!”姥姥也醒着。“外边谁家炮都放咱院子里啦。”我起身开门。 The day is over, the night is coming. Fireworks messy in the air, the fire suddenly flickering. The mice were assembled on the beams, totally ignoring the old black cats that stood with the beard tail at the door. They have long known the neighbor’s cat, afraid to climb to their own beam, the grandmother’s house never take a self as an outsider. Night deeper and deeper, accidentally, another year later. “I do not know how to prevent me from growing up, all in a few.” “Grandpa looked at the moon on the window and said to himself. ”Use! More live one year old! “ Grandma also awake. ”Outside the guns have put our yard. " I got up and opened the door.