她想起十五岁那年的鬼节,留玦在关鬼门的那天晚上换了一身素衣,头顶上一盏明灯,站在谷间摇着铜铃,叮叮叮,叮叮叮,天地间似乎只剩下一串接一串的铃声,一波一波漾出群山。【一】爆竹声一直响到深夜才停,人们闹累了,终于纷纷给门上了闩回屋歇息,只留下满街的红灯笼还欢欢喜喜地亮着。青石砖堆成的高墙夹出窄窄的小巷,绰绰灯影在巷子里晃晃悠悠,晃出两道人影。 She remembered the ghost festival at the age of fifteen, leaving her in the night of the gate of guards, changing her dress, with a beacon over her head, shaking her brass bell in the valley, jingling, dinging, heaven There seems to be only a string of ringing tones after another, wave after wave of mountains. [] A firecrackers sound has been stopped until late at night, people are tired, and finally have the door to the latch back to the house rest, leaving only the red lanterns on the street also happy to light up. Qingzhu brick walls into a narrow narrow alley, more than enough light shadow in the alley, dangling, shaking two figures.