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总觉得城里的元宵夜有点过于热闹,热闹得让人几生迷失之感。在街上转了一会儿,就急切地往回赶。可是热闹是躲不脱的。紧紧地关了门窗,热闹还是不可阻挡地挤进来,让人无可奈何。就索性站在阳台上,面向老家出神。岂料身心就一下子踏实下来。那是因为有一团火苗在心里展开。老家的元宵夜没有汤圆,也没有眼下这绚丽多彩的华灯和开在天空的一树树银花,更没有震耳欲聋的炮声和摩肩接踵的人流,而是一片夺人的宁静,活生生的宁静,神一样的宁静,似乎一伸手就能从脸上抓下一把来。
Always feel the city’s Lantern Festival night a little too lively, lively people feel lost. Turn on the street for a while, rush back urgently. But hilarious is not hidden. Tightly closed the windows and doors, hilarious or irresistibly squeezed in, people helpless. Simply standing on the balcony, home-oriented. Unexpectedly, physically and mentally at once down to earth. That is because there is a group of flames in my heart. There is no glutinous rice balls in the hometown of the Lantern Festival, nor is there any brightly colored Chinese lantern now or a blossoming tree in the sky. There are no deafening cannons and crowds of people, but an invigorating serenity and living tranquility. The same quiet, it seems that a hand can grab one from his face.