A sigh of perishable fireworks.

The sentence lamenting perishable fireworks is as follows:

When the fuse burns to the end, golden flowers suddenly bloom in the air, just like colorful flowers shining with golden light; Fireworks all over the sky are like flowers in different shapes and colors; Fireworks bloom brilliantly, and a moment is life. The heart of the guardian is firm, and the Millennium is just around the corner.

Smoke blooms, some like blooming flowers, some like mushrooms, some like silver waterfalls, and some fireworks are scattered. I can't describe it. Red, blue, yellow and green, several colors are mixed together, colorful and beautiful! Fireworks are beautiful, it is only a moment, just for that moment; Watch the fireworks bloom alone, and watch the fireworks get cold alone.

I saw that the roaring guns lit up the dark night sky and instantly turned the night sky into a sea of smoke and flowers. Colorful fireworks are like sparkling little stars. Look, some are like small footprints, some are like smiling faces, and some are like red hearts. Even the blessing lamp can't wait to join in the fun.

Although the fireworks were short-lived, they left an eternal existence at the moment they disappeared. Its life is short, but its spirit will last forever. If possible, I would like to turn into a bunch of fireworks, and at the moment of disappearance, I will put on a brilliant and eternal stroke, so as not to waste this life!

Only heard a loud noise, fireworks shot into the sky, exploding beautiful sparks in the air, and a "parachute" fell from the alley, colorful and beautiful; Soon, these beautiful fireworks slowly turned into meteor showers and came to the world. Others are like mushrooms. What's even more amazing is that there are a string of beautiful pearl necklaces in the sky. I really want to take one off and wear it around my neck. My friends and I can't help but exclaim.