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那时候是傍晚。一抹夕阳,在远天的铅色里孤独地红着。黄昏的风吹来,从路口、从树梢,凉凉地接近了焦急的人们。正月里来是新春,家家户户点红灯……风中响起了一支旋律,古老、忧伤、凄惶,流行、欢快、舒畅。也许,它只是幻觉中的旋律?这一天是十五。正月十五闹元宵。夕阳下,凉风中,古城的路面就会走过来一支游灯的队伍。憋闷了一年的劳碌人,过了除夕盼元宵。除夕鞭炮元宵灯,过了这年等来年……苍茫中,我裹在等
It was evening. A touch of sunset, alone in the lead color red days. Dusk winds, from the intersection, from the treetops, cool approached the anxious people. The first lunar month is a spring, every family has a red light ... The wind sounded a melody, old, sad, desolate, popular, cheerful and comfortable. Maybe it's just the melody of the illusion? The day is fifteen. The fifteenth lunar month Lantern Festival. The setting sun, cool breeze, the ancient city of the pavement will come to a team of traveling lights. Choking a year of working people, after the New Year Eve looking forward to the Lantern Festival. New Year's Eve firecrackers Lantern light, after this year and so on ...... In the vast, I was wrapped in