一朵花。两朵花。三朵花。当最后一朵花呈现出菊花般的灿烂时,天空中已是满目的璀璨,红红绿绿的颜色将傍晚的河堤染得灯火通明。这时,郭栋的心随着噼里啪啦焰火开放的声音,变得更加起起伏伏。他抬头望去,河的对岸是小镇的稻田耕作区,那里黑乎乎一片,秋收过后的繁华散尽,只留下一茬茬像割去头发后的稻根。稻田中央也有些火光,突突突地冒着火苗,那是在焚烧收割后的稻草秤。这边的情景显得豪华大气得多了,一溜儿的烟花 a flower. Two flowers. three flowers. When the last flower shows a brilliant chrysanthemum, the sky is full of bright, red and green colors of the evening embankment dyed brightly lit. At this moment, Guo Dong's heart became more ups and downs with the crackling open fireworks. He looked up, and the other side of the river was the paddy field in the town, where it was black and the bustling after the harvest came to a standstill, leaving only a crop of rice roots after cutting hair. Central paddy fields are also some flames, sudden burst of fire, it is in the harvest after harvest straw scale. The scene here is more luxurious atmosphere, slipped children's fireworks