Firecrackers are really many concrete sentences.

After the winter vacation, I seldom go out except to finish the duty tasks arranged by my unit for a few days and get together with my relatives and friends several times. At home, I spend most of my time surfing the Internet, which is also very comfortable. Sitting in front of the computer, firecrackers outside the house came into my ears from far and near, and it was so intermittent from opening my eyes in the morning until late at night. In this "crackling" firecrackers, although my eyes are still staring at the computer screen, my thoughts have already flown back to my childhood hometown ... I remember that when I was a child, before the New Year's Eve, my father had prepared firecrackers for the New Year, which were kraft paper and sometimes red leather. Firecrackers are relatively small in size and shaped like a dry grain stalk. The villagers call it "hay junction". Besides "Hay Festival", you should also buy one or two firecrackers and two feet. After my father bought firecrackers and went home, he couldn't stand the entanglement between our two brothers, so he took some from the whole whip and gave it to us. He put the rest under the kang mat and warned us that no one should touch it. However, the "Hay Festival" my father gave to our brother was over in a few days, and we couldn't help reaching for the firecrackers under the kang mat. You steal a few at a time, I steal a few at a time, too many for my father to find out. His belt is really scary. There are not many firecrackers hanging, how can you stand such a piecemeal beating? There will be firecrackers on New Year's Eve, and my father found that there were few firecrackers left. So my father was very angry and stared at us, but none of us admitted it. If it weren't for the Chinese New Year, it would be strange that he didn't beat us. Father just scolded us a few words to vent his anger, forget it. China New Year is a wonderful time, and our friends are looking forward to it and are very happy. The school has a winter vacation, and the flavor of 2008 is getting stronger and stronger. Everyone happily gathered in the street to play all kinds of games, and of course set off firecrackers. You put a few, I put a few, and there are some to show off. Look who has more firecrackers. As a result, firecrackers can be heard everywhere in the village. "hay union" is the kind of "bang!" Crispy; Firecrackers are the kind of "hey!" A gruff voice; The second step is the kind of saying "hey!" The sky said, "Bang!" Double ring. We put firecrackers on the ground, put them in the cracks of the wall, hold their butts and shoot them into the air with slingshots ... not enough, so our friends began to invent new ways of playing, and frying dung was one of them. At that time, there were many stray pigs and dogs on the street, and cattle and horses often passed by. Therefore, it is easy to find animal droppings in the street. Put firecrackers in feces and light them. With the pronunciation of the medicine letter "Qian", it is "Hey!" There was a loud noise and a pile of feces was blown everywhere. Some friends who run late or close are often thrown dung. Let's laugh together for a while. A more dangerous game is to fry wine bottles with firecrackers. Put a firecracker in the bottle mouth and light the fuse, and it will "bang!" After a few seconds. Bang, the bottle disappeared in an instant, and the glass flew up and could fly more than ten meters away. Sometimes, some friends are injured by glass. A friend lit firecrackers and threw them on the ground. Nothing happened after the fuse was lit. Most people judged it was a dumb whip, so they went to pick it up if they were brave, but just after receiving it, the firecrackers suddenly exploded. "Hay Union" is relatively weak, so it's nothing serious, but if it's firecrackers, you'll be lucky if you don't blow up your palm. The friend who was bombed went home crying with his injured hand, so we dispersed in a hubbub. On New Year's Eve, just after dark, people started to set off firecrackers. When firecrackers were set off, a group of children gathered at the door, waiting to grab the whip of the dumb. The firecrackers "crackled" for a while, and before the smoke was exhausted, my friends bent down in the dusk to find a dumb whip from a piece of broken firecrackers paper, just like robbing money. In a hurry, I ran to the next door. It was completely dark, and some friends looked for it with flashlights. If these dumb firecrackers still have letters, they may be very short, some just show their heads, and some can't even see their heads. It takes courage to provoke a dumb whip. Timid people generally dare not point directly, use long incense points. If they really can't light it, turn on the firecrackers and light the gunpowder with matches. "Whoo!" 1, listen to a noise. Some dumb whips can be hit with stones or axes, and you can hear a bang. Besides Chinese New Year, villagers should also set off firecrackers when they get married or build new houses. Those of us who can catch the dumb whip will be very happy. What impressed me the most was the day when the new house was built. The host family chose to transmit at this time of noon. There are many people who have a crush on Liang, which can be compared with the number of people watching the drama. At the beginning of the ceremony, the carpenter's head and the bricklayer's head borrowed two ladders, holding an axe and a tile knife respectively. The two men went to the front of the ladder, looked at each other, nodded, and then boarded the ladder while talking. So, today is a good day. It says over there that the owner likes to install beams. So, turn it over and don't forget Chairman Mao. It says over there that when building a house, don't forget the producer. ..... The two men climbed up the beam as they talked, and each tied a rope to the beam beside him. The following people said to the beam on his back: slap it! It says. Light the whip! So the firecrackers tied to the rafters on the top of the beam were slowly lifted by two foremen with a fierce "click" sound like rolling doors. As soon as the firecrackers ended and the rafters were lifted by two people, friends who had been waiting outside the house rushed to grab the dumb whip. But there are many dumb whips, and whoever can grab a face will be full of joy. After putting the rafters away, the two foremen carried a gourd-shaped drum sealed with red cloth, which contained some small cakes (small steamed bread in the shape of a bird's head), big red dates, rice cakes, sweets, hard cents and dried straw chips, and began to throw them into the crowd. The people below are fighting for it, and the scene is very lively ... Now, in my hometown, on New Year's Eve, the villagers still set off firecrackers grandly, which is a tradition. But I don't know when it started. There were not so many spectators when firecrackers were set off. The children don't know where they have gone. The dumb whip on the ground at the door of every household was put there in the first month, and no one was willing to condescend to pick it up ... When I went home for the New Year, I bought firecrackers for more than 100 yuan at once, including four whips, two bundles of lightning, a bundle of two kicks (that is, double sounds) and some nameless fireworks. Firecrackers, also known as firecrackers, are nothing new in China, which is known as the fireworks kingdom. However, since last year, the Beijing municipal government banned the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers in urban areas, forcing me to take advantage of the Spring Festival holiday to go home specially to get addicted. When it comes to setting off firecrackers, my thoughts fly back to twenty years ago. When I was a child, the rural economy was underdeveloped, so eating was a problem. There is hardly any extra money to buy firecrackers. But children in rural areas have no fun all year round, and firecrackers are one of the most popular fun for children. "The girl wants flowers, the young man wants guns, the old man wants to break the felt hat, and the old lady wants to break the foot binding (foot binding is a foot binding cloth, and people in the past can't live without it)." This ballad was very popular at that time, which shows how important it is for boys to set off firecrackers. The situation in my family is worse than other families, so my parents seldom buy me firecrackers. Whenever the Spring Festival approaches, I go to my neighbor's house for fear that people will ask me: How much is the gun your father bought you? That is the most difficult question to answer. I remember one year approaching the Spring Festival, I was worried about the shortage of firecrackers. My second aunt in the same village asked my cousin to send me a small bag, which counted dozens. It happened that my eldest brother also gave me some, which made me have a very happy Spring Festival. When I was in the third grade, I heard from my classmates that the red whip of the village cooperative was 58 cents, while the red whip of the village cooperative (then called the commune) was only 55 cents, so we met to buy it in the village. Who knows that I walked seven or eight miles, but I didn't spend a penny less. In the fourth grade, during the Spring Festival, on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, my parents and I went to the market. When I came back, I said I would watch guns for a while, so my mother left me 20 cents for the way home. But I couldn't resist the temptation to kick two feet and bought eight. I ran thirteen miles home. On New Year's Eve, when I was setting off fireworks in the yard, I heard from my parents that it must be my neighbor Wang Erfang. I dare not tell my parents the truth, only one person is secretly happy! Now, as long as I want, I can buy some baskets on New Year's Eve, and the whole family can sit together and watch the Spring Festival party. I prepared my whip early and hung it on the tree in the yard, which was ten feet long. 1 1 55, the yard was quiet and the whole village was watching the party, so I ordered a whip. In the short two or three seconds when the whip was about to explode, my heart actually trembled a little. The whip finally exploded, crisp and urgent like a machine gun, and woke up the whole mountain village at once. Then, the neighbor's firecrackers rang, the neighbor's firecrackers rang, and the village's firecrackers rang! I stood on the steps in front of the door and saw a string of sparks coming from all directions, from the front, back and left of the yard. The sound of popping beans, connected in one piece, rang in one piece, and it is not clear who put it. Those messy rings are naturally whips; That dull, crunchy voice, first low and then high, is naturally kicking; One after another, they jumped into the sky, dragging colorful and long whistles, and finally exploded in the sky, called lightning. Except for airplanes, rockets, cannons, turntables, kaleidoscopes and other fireworks, they flew from all directions and gathered in the air. First, colorful flowers bloomed, and then there was an earth-shattering roar. For a time, the whole mountain village was shrouded in violent vibration, under the diffuse fireworks, in the ocean of joy! I couldn't restrain my excitement and stood on the steps for a long time, listening to all this, enjoying all this, enjoying all this. After about forty minutes, the fireworks gradually dispersed, the firecrackers gradually faded, and the whole mountain village gradually recovered the calm of the night. After that, I often think that people who have worked hard for a year always have something to say. And that string of crisp firecrackers is their happy laughter and their passionate cry. May they laugh more and shout louder! When I was a child, I was most looking forward to the Spring Festival. For a boy, New Year's Day is not only about eating a few days of twist and white steamed bread, but also about moistening his stomach after a year's work. More importantly, he can get addicted. At that time, the family was relatively poor, but when it came to the New Year, grandma was always extra kind. She often tells me that she would rather be poor for a year than have a holiday. In addition to preparing delicious food for the Spring Festival, she will also go to the village to buy me a 100 firecrackers. I hold my fingers every day and eagerly look forward to the early arrival of New Year's Eve. As soon as I enter the twelfth lunar month, I will pester my grandmother to buy a gun. At this time, my grandmother always said unhurriedly, "Twenty-three, Mr. Jujube is going to heaven, twenty-four, cleaning the house, twenty-five, grinding bean curd, twenty-six, killing pigs ..." She didn't buy a gun until New Year's Eve. Seeing the gun in grandma's hand, I rushed to grab it. My grandmother always holds it high and warns me, "Don't be punctual first, or I won't buy it for you next year." Full of grievances, I fought back the tears in my eyes and nodded hard. Seeing my promise, grandma handed me the gun carefully. This gun won't be lit until the morning of the first day of the first month. Grandma asked me to draw a gun when shooting, not to ring alone, which puzzled me. There are only a hundred rings. If I put a whip, it will be finished in less than three minutes. What should I order in the future? On New Year's Eve, my grandmother wouldn't let me go to bed early, saying that I wanted to make money. The later you sleep, the better your fortune will be the next year. She's being spoiled, and I'm thinking hard, worried about the first day of the cannon. How can I order more guns for a while? Suddenly, a good idea came to me. If the gun is dismantled and there is only a small whip left, can I not only meet grandma's requirements, but also order more time? I am very happy for my cleverness. I'll act immediately. I carefully took apart the guns one by one until there were only twenty guns left. I was afraid grandma would find a flaw, so I tidied up the layer of red paper that was originally wrapped outside the gun. In this way, from the packaging point of view, it is still a hundred firecrackers. On the first day of the first month, I was still dreaming in bed, and my grandmother woke me up: "Get up quickly, others are starting to shoot." I woke up as soon as I heard about the gun. I quickly got out of bed, put on new clothes prepared by my grandmother, and ran out with a gun. I didn't go out all night, but last night's heavy snow made the whole world look particularly enchanting and covered with a layer of silver. I forgot to enjoy the beautiful snow scene, so I took out my long stick and picked up firecrackers. Grandma put the sacrifice on the table, lit three incense sticks, knelt down and kowtowed devoutly. Just as she hit the first head, my cannon rang. However, my gun stopped before she finished knocking on her head. Grandma looked up in surprise: "Finished?" I held back my panic and pretended to be calm and nodded. There was no clock at home at that time, and no one knew the exact time. In fact, when we get up, it's at most three or four o'clock in the morning. Grandma saw that it was still early, the task of ancestor worship had been completed, and she went to bed again. At this time, I quietly took out the gun I dismantled last night, lit a stick of incense and stood at the door to light it. I took out my gun, pointed the twist of the gun at the fragrant head, and when I saw the spark coming from the twist of the gun, I threw it with all my strength. I covered my ears and waited for a long time, but I didn't hear the expected explosion. I was unwilling, so I lit another gun, but it didn't go off. With the snow light, I ran to the place where the gun landed to see what happened. I never thought about it. When I bent down and didn't see the trick clearly, the gun suddenly rang. I can't avoid it. Snowflakes fly on my face and stick to my eyes. It was so close that it almost blew me up. I was shocked, rubbed my eyes and went back to the door. I carefully recalled the process of lighting my gun and realized that the reason why my gun didn't sound was that it was thrown too early, and the gun fell into the snow and soaked the twist. I learned this lesson and got a new gun to light. This time, I didn't rush to throw it out, but waited for the gun to catch almost half before throwing it out. The gun finally rang. I was proud of my success, but accidentally, the gun exploded in my hand before I could throw it out. I felt a pain in my finger, as if it were tearing. I endured the pain and dared not cry. I slowly spread out my hand and saw that the whole hand was blackened by gunpowder. Dare? I hesitated when I saw the gun left in my pocket. By this time, it was already dawn, and the guns in the village were as tight as a burst, and my heart itched again. However, when my sore hand pulled out the gun from my pocket, I still had a lingering fear. I took out my gun, but my trembling hands couldn't light it. I hate my incompetence. I really want to take out all the guns in my pocket and throw them away, but that restless heart makes it difficult for me to give up. I thought, wouldn't it be safe if you put the gun into something fixed and lit it? I turned back to my room, dug out a small spring under the bicycle cushion from the drawer, inserted the gun in my hand, and then finished the gun. It was completely dawn, people's messy footsteps rang out in the alley, and people went out to pay New Year's greetings. I am sandwiched between adults. Every time I go to other people's homes, what I am most interested in is not rare things like walnuts and red dates, but looking for a gun that fell to the ground and did not explode. I picked them up, took them home and dried them on the stove, then peeled them off, wrapped them tightly on tin foil, and put them on a stone and hit them hard with a hammer. My companions' guns are on fire, and I can still ring like this for a long time, which makes my companions envy. I've used this method for several years, and I've never missed it. It was not until I grew up that I ended this dangerous game. Now, although I have passed the age of no doubt, I am still childlike. I always buy some firecrackers to set them off on holidays. However, there is no need to dismantle the gun like when I was a child.