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"Rural Fireworks" In the painting of time, the countryside is like a quiet and charming poem, and the smell of fireworks is its most moving rhyme. When the first ray of morning light sprinkled on the roof of the adobe house, it awakened the whole village. The wooden door, which was somewhat mottled by the years, opened with a "creak", as if it was the beginning of life. The housewives were busy in the kitchen, and the firewood was burning happily in the stove, and the crackling sound was like a warm heartbeat. The pot was steaming, the white porridge was boiling, and the steamed corn and sweet potatoes exuded a simple sweet fragrance. Under the old locust tree in the center of the village, it is a natural social venue. The old people waved cattail fans and talked about ancient stories and long-standing legends. The wrinkles were hidden with traces of time, and the words were indifferent to life. On the stone mill next to it, a child was curiously pushing it, as if pushing the wheel of history. The field is the stage for farmers to sweat. From spring planting to autumn harvest, they bend over and sow the seeds of hope in the land. In the sun, the bronze backs shine with the light of diligence. When it comes to the harvest season, bundles of crops are loaded onto ox carts and pulled back to the yard. The mountains of rice and corn are nature's reward for their hard work. From time to time, the shouts of vendors can be heard in the streets and alleys, selling candied haws and maltose. The familiar voices can arouse the greed of children. The children hold a few cents and can't wait to run over, in exchange for the sweet taste spreading on the tip of their tongues. The countryside in the evening is shrouded in a layer of golden afterglow. The poultry return to their nests, chirping. The farmhouse is filled with the aroma of food, and the family sits around the table, with dishes made from vegetables grown by themselves and chickens and ducks raised. The lights are dim and warm, and the laughter of the family echoes in the house. That is the taste of family affection and the most genuine happiness in life. In the countryside, the smell of fireworks is the most ordinary but most precious daily life. It carries people's love for life and their attachment to the land. In every sunrise and sunset, it writes its own story.