Do you remember setting off firecrackers and setting off fireworks during the Spring Festival when you were a child?

My favorite thing when I was a child was setting off firecrackers. There are many ways to play, such as scaring people. When I was a child, there was no TV set at home, and a village camp didn't even have a few radios. So all the children went to play in the street, and some children strolled around with lanterns. We throw firecrackers among the girls, and sometimes they just throw them in lanterns, which makes them cry and scold. Having a good time, of course, they are inevitably beaten and scolded at home.

Once, my uncle's younger brother bought a box of firecrackers, which were fixed at both ends and rang as soon as they were pulled. At night, we secretly tied them to other people's homes, and the next day we heard adults scold them. I don't know whose wicked child set off firecrackers in my house and went out to go to the toilet at night. I almost peed my pants when I pushed the door. What's more, my family, my small family is also the same.

The most interesting thing is that my second uncle started a tap dance, and one of them only heard it. He looked up at the sky for a long time and saw nothing. While scolding mlb for being blind, he continued to detonate. When he returned home to eat jiaozi after setting off fireworks, he found that the flowers were on fire. It turned out that kicking collapsed the house, so everyone quickly put out the fire. The second uncle said while watering: "The fire is booming, the fire is booming, and our family has made a fortune this year."

Now that I think about it, although material life was a bit bitter when I was young, there was too much fun. Now every year during the Chinese New Year, I will think of interesting things when I was a child, and sometimes I will ask myself if I am old! Alas, maybe I am really old, because I always like to take memories as fun.

When I was a child, in my grandmother's old house, the whole family had dinner together. My dad took me to the balcony and put a colorful bamboo tube on the window. It is the kind of fireworks that will be ejected from a stick, sprayed high and then exploded in the air. This is a small fireworks show.

My father asked me to hold the colorful bamboo tube, and he held my hand. I am very happy, except for the annual lucky money, what excites me the most! My father lit a cigarette and then lit a twist with a cigarette end. The combustion of gun nut is getting shorter and shorter. I was so excited that I waited for the fireworks to come out, and my face was red with laughter.

I didn't expect it to be a inferior gun. With a whoosh, the gun came out from the end I was holding. As soon as my hand was under, my palm suddenly went numb. I am just stupid! My dad quickly let me into the house and threw it away after shooting. I went into the house and looked in the light. The skin on my palm was burnt, and I burst into tears. The whole family rushed to send me medicine and bandages and blamed my father. My dad didn't talk, stood by and blamed himself for watching me cry. My mother is so distressed that she can cry. . . Anyway, the family, old and young, has not had a good year. . .

From then on, I even dared to light firecrackers, and I never had the courage to play with colorful bamboo tubes. But when I think about that year, I am still very happy. My father, my mother and my grandmother all love me very much, and they love me now, and I love them very much. Now that I am married, my husband is not as courageous as me. I can hide as far as I can, no matter what firecrackers, fireworks and colorful bamboo tubes are red. I am super precious to my life.

Fresh in my memory. As if in sight. Very interesting and charming.

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The last pig