In recent years, fireworks have become an indispensable decoration for the Chinese New Year. Setting off fireworks and watching fireworks is already a must-do at festivals.

The first time the seven old men saw fireworks was the first year that Gu Yigui's son Gu Liangyu went out to work with the construction team. That year, Gu Liangyu, who made some money outside, also learned to set off fireworks like people in the city during the Chinese New Year.

Gu Liangyu also saved the psychology of showing grandeur, and took a few buckets of fireworks to the top of Cheche Mountain to put them. His old son Gu Yigui has long been arguing everywhere that his son will set off fireworks on New Year's Day, so that everyone will wait and watch it on Chinese New Year's Eve.

That year, the people of Checheshan and Wangjiagou all had an expectation, as if waiting for the arrival of a heavy dà event.

When Gu Liangyu lit fireworks on the top of Cheche Mountain, people looked up at the night sky overhead with excitement.

The fireworks slammed into the night sky of Cheche Mountain with a crisp sound. For the first time in years, there were beautiful fireworks in this sky. Those colorful fireworks amazed the eyes of the villagers of Checheshan. For the first time, they knew that there was something so brilliant and wonderful in this world, and that fleeting beauty was heartwarming and distressing. I wish that beauty could stay in the night sky for a longer time. What the people of Checheshan don't know is that the beauty of fireworks is the kind of ephemeral and irretrievable, the momentary splendor of that kind of beautiful thing.

That year, the conversation was occupied by those beautiful fireworks.

Later, fireworks became a common thing in ordinary days. When people get married, move to a new house, start a business, or even celebrate the birthday of the elderly, people will set off fireworks at night to express their inner joy. There are also more and more types of fireworks. It's just that there are no more cars, and the fireworks set off for the first time on the top of the mountain bring people shock and amazement.

Before dinner, there were already fireworks in the night sky. First, a few sporadic flowers, with a crisp sound pierced the silence of the night sky. It's like an opening song and dance, lighting up a corner of the night sky. Bright firelight flickered out of the shadows of the mountains, rose rapidly into the night sky, and then exploded, bursting into countless stars. This side stopped, and that side started again, like a relay race of children.

After dinner, the fireworks began to increase. There was a popping sound everywhere, and the whole night sky became a stage of jubilation. The night sky is so big that it can accommodate so much joy and excitement.

Fireworks burst into flames, and the night sky seemed to be on fire. Fireworks of various colors and forms kept soaring into the sky, bursting and splashing, and then turned into a rain of light and rain.

The cottages in the shadows of the mountains, light here and there, a sharp crunch here, a sharp whistling there. In the land of Sichuan, fireworks are rising and blooming everywhere, and those colorful fireworks render the night sky with people's hope and joy, and even those stars are eclipsed.

The seven old men stood in the courtyard, leaning on the old apricot tree, looking up at the night sky full of fireworks. In previous years, when Junchao was at home, he would also buy fireworks. On Chinese New Year's Eve, fireworks will rise into the sky in your yard like other people's homes.

Junchao would hug him and say after lighting the fireworks: "Grandpa, is it good-looking, is it good-looking?" I will accompany you to set off fireworks every year in the future. ”

The child went to the city where his parents worked, and the words of watching fireworks with him every year were empty. Isn't the promise of children like fireworks, even if it is beautiful, it is easy to disappear?

Junchao is not at home, and of course the seven old men will not buy fireworks by themselves. Although that thing is good-looking, the seven old men still think that it is a waste of money, and it is not as affordable as a bottle of old wine and a handful of leaf cigarettes.

Tonight, Liu Xiaosi did not accompany him. It is the custom of the people of Sichuan to stay at their homes on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Qiuqiu is watching fireworks for the first time, and when the little guy sees the first fireworks, he is jumping and screaming in the yard. Now that it is a little tired, it does not jump or scream, lying in its own nest, looking at the beautiful fireworks shining in the sky, is it also curious in its little heart what kind of magical thing the fireworks are?

Erwa and Xiaoxiao stood on the roof of their building. It's the New Year, and my parents still haven't come home, and my sister and brother are still a little sad in their hearts. In the evening, Xiaoxiao cooked some meals by herself, and the sisters ate indiscriminately and ran to the roof to watch the fireworks.

The unhappiness in the hearts of the children that their parents are not there is soon replaced by the joy brought by the fireworks that bloom.

"Xiaoxiao, look at that firework, it looks like a big umbrella."

"I prefer that one, like a blooming chrysanthemum."

"Wow, that's a cannon."

"Look, that one still has a spiral."

The siblings were immersed in joy, and the fireworks set off by others could make them happy. The fireworks that bloomed that day were ownerless and belonged to everyone who saw them.

"Xiaoxiao, when I grow up and have money, I will also buy a lot of fireworks and put them for you to see."

Xiaoxiao saw that Erwa's eyes were shining, and there were many fireworks reflected in his eyes.

"Okay." Xiao Xiao said happily, but soon a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes, "When you grow up, I will be old." ”

"Haha, you've become an old woman, and I've become an old man." The second baby laughed, imagining that she and Xiaoxiao were old, whether they were like those old men and old ladies in the village.

Feng Xian'er also bought fireworks this year and set them off in the yard.

Wang Silin sat in the hall and watched Feng Xian'er and the children set off fireworks.

Little Tintin ran excitedly. She was wearing the new clothes that Sanhuzi had bought for her, her little face was flushed, and her eyes were shining.

"Sister, look, look, our fireworks!" Xiao Ding Ding covered his ears and hid behind Xiaoqing.

"Look at your ghost, what's there to be afraid of." Xiaoqing pulled Xiao Ding Ding and watched the fireworks pop out of the paper tube one by one, impatiently running into the night sky.

Xiaoqing wished that her father was here, and how happy it was to watch fireworks together as a family. Where has Dad gone all these years? Will he be homesick when he is out alone for the New Year? Does he know that Little Ding Ding is already in elementary school, and does he know that he is about to grow into a big girl?

"Sister, look, Kong Ming lantern, there are so many!"

In the night sky, there are Kong Ming lanterns rising one after another. The flames burned in the night sky, more eye-catching than the fireworks.

"Sister, you said, if I pull ten Kong Ming lanterns, can I fly to the sky?" Little Tintin said on a whim.

"What are you doing flying into the sky, when the Kong Ming lantern goes out, you will fall down and fall into a ball of mud." Xiaoqing was a little disdainful of Xiao Dingding's thoughts.

"Then I can find out where my dad is and call him home."

Little Tintin's words made several people quiet down all of a sudden.

"Don't mention your dead ghost, it will affect the mood of the New Year." Feng Xian'er pushed Xiao Ding Ding.

The fireworks in the yard had already been lit, leaving a strong smell of gunsmoke.

Feng Xian'er has already made a decision in her heart, this may be the last time the family will celebrate the New Year together. That's why she bought fireworks to make the family happy for the New Year.

Who would have thought that Xiao Dingding's words would still ruin the happiness that everyone carefully maintained.

Fireworks ignore the happiness of the world, they just use the power to accumulate a lifetime, and strive to bloom in the short course of life; Fireworks don't understand the sorrow of the world, they just rush to the end after a moment of light, leaving the world with endless nostalgia.