夜潮涌动,大地沉浸在节日的气氛中,黛紫的帘幕遮住星星大半个身子,只露出一双温柔的亮眼;风驾着墨云的船游弋在溶溶月色中。礼花来了,它像儿童唱着欢乐的歌,像少女展开美妍的裙裾,像彩蝶翩飞在天空。在我幼年时,甬城的夜空远不如今天这样灿烂。看礼花每年只有一次,且要伫立在刺 Night tide surging, the earth immersed in the festive atmosphere, purple curtains cover the stars half the body, exposing only a pair of gentle and dazzling; wind drifting ink cloud cruise in the soluble moon. Fireworks come, it is like a child singing happy songs, like a girl started Mi Yan’s skirts, like flying butterflies flying in the sky. In my infancy, the night sky in Yongcheng is far less brilliant than today. See fireworks only once a year, and to stand in the thorn