Daybyday,theNewYearhascomeandpeoplearebusy.Thesmallstandthatsellsfireworksandfirecrackersisouttodobusiness,thestreetisasceneofboiling.
Thisevening,fromtimetotime,severalfamilieslitthefireworksandputthemaway.Sometimesafewmischievousyoungchildrenalsocometobelively,inthehandinsidetake"dumpgun",throwtotheground,thegroundpainofthegroundispeeredtobestrippedtobark.FamiliesturnonthelightsandotherswatchTV.Somepeopleareeatingfamilyreuniondinner.Othershaveafamilyconcertathome.Intheskyisthecolorofarainbowofsparks,thegroundisathousandthousandsoflightsred.
ISharedajokewithsomeofmyoldclassmatesandtoldthestoryof>,andmyheartimmediatelyrememberedapoem.
Inthesoundoffirecrackers,
Thespringbreezeiswarmtothebutcher.
Thousandsofdoorpupilday,
Alwaysreplacethenewpeachwiththeoldone.
Yes,inthenoiseoffirecrackers,sendawaytheunforgettableoldyear;ThewarmspringbreezebroughtNewYeartothesmilingpeople.Weareoneyearolder,andeveryfamilyhasopeneditsdoorsandWindows,allowingthebrightsunlighttocomeintotheroom.
Inthisburstofbamboonoise,hewillnotbemixedwiththegongdrum,cheerfulinstrumentalmusic,hewillnotbefilledwiththelaughterofchienlong?
Iamoneyearolder,Ishouldbemoresensible,mymotherandfatherhavedonesomuchworkonme,Iwanttostudywell,growuptobethemotherlandforthemotherland,forthemotherland.Adecadeoftrees,acenturyoftrees.Iwillliveuptomyparentsandteachers.
