In my childhood, my parents and I lived in a small town. The tallest building in the town has only four floors. Most of them are families with wooden doors. When you get up in the morning, you first open the door, and then you will not close it until you go to bed at night. When you eat, you run to my house. When I come to your house, you can eat some dried radish and I'll try your bacon. In my spare time, I chat and play chess. The neighbors help each other as family members do. Therefore, in such a simple Town, the Spring Festival is not to mention how lively and interesting.
On the evening of new year's Eve, all families put on lanterns and decorations to prepare a table of food and wine. Please have a chat while eating. We children changed the style of tardiness and wolfed down our meals, because the important play was about to begin! After dinner, the adults watch the Spring Festival Gala, and the card players pull up several tables to play cards. One by one, we carried the "army X" to the street in front of the door to set off fireworks. There were fewer pedestrians on the road, so we had a good time. Usually, the children on and off the street are divided into two groups, and I will be the "officer" on the street. First of all, there are "Rockets" leading the battle. All the fireworks can't be sprayed far away, but we are all very happy about the fake "war". With the "whoosh" sound, the small "rocket" flew out, played a fancy posture, and then "trumpet" to explode. A string of "signal bombs" flew more than ten meters into the air, and then exploded into a string of brilliant sparks. Small us, in the colorful light, happy. Small face shining.