大街上张灯结彩,还有烟火像一张张笑脸在夜空升起。他们在庆祝这属于亿万人的节日。我住在小巷深处,闭门不出,只有穿堂风小跑着,撩起窗帘。我内心有另一个小小的节日:若干年前这一天,两个人相遇了,笑容比礼花还灿烂。应该说我只有半个节日,离开了的你,带走了另外半个。在远得不能再远的地方,你会有一种为自己过节的感觉吗?你的面孔,浮现在另一个人的回忆里。这么多年过去了,一点没变。我的节日虽然小,小得不能 Colorful lights on the street, there are fireworks like a smile on the rise in the sky. They are celebrating the festival which belongs to hundreds of millions of people. I live in the alley in the depths, not behind closed doors, only wearing tricks wind trotting, lifted the curtains. My heart has another little holiday: a few years ago this day, two people met, smile is brilliant than fireworks. It should be said that I only have half a holiday, left you, took the other half. Do you feel like having a holiday for yourself where you can not go any further? Your face appears in the memories of another person. So many years have passed without any change. My festivals are small and small