入夜,灯光将城镇点缀得像凝结在琥珀中的小兽。我抬头望天空,天不是墨汁一样浓稠的黑色,它泛着暗暗的黄色,那是城镇繁盛的灯光,在天幕投下的浮华的虚影,遮蔽了满天的星。之所以称这个地方为城镇,是因为和那些大城市相比,它实在是小了些,在它的中心绽放的烟花,全城的人都可以看到,甚至闻得到在空气中淡淡流转的火药味儿。然而它终究是大的,比之我的家乡,不知大了多少倍。即使晚上已经过了八九 At night, lights decorate the town like small mammals that condense in amber. I looked up to the sky, the sky is not thick ink black, glowing dark yellow, it is the town’s lights, cast in the sky glittering, covering the sky full of stars. The reason for calling this place a town is that it is actually smaller than those in the big cities. Fireworks blooming in its center can be seen by all the people in the city and can even be heard in the air Gunpowder smell. However, after all, it is big, more than my hometown, I do not know how many times. Even after eighty-nine have passed at night