The moon was particularly bright that night, and it didn't look so cold. I don't have lanterns, so I don't want to run around in the street. I stood alone outside my gate in a daze. I'm even a little disgusted. I really want to see someone cry because of the lantern fire. However, no, the crowd with lanterns in the street was full, laughing and laughing. I finally couldn't stand the temptation of excitement and went up.
There are not many kinds of lanterns, which are slightly different due to different colors. The most advanced is the kind of zodiac lantern, whose lifelike shape can attract people's attention most. But there are not many people who can fry this kind of lantern, which makes the little owner of the lantern show off. Even the parents who let them see it seem to be swaggering. Women deliberately let their children watch their feet to avoid tripping and destroying the lights. Men stand by, they don't talk, they are all condensed with a kind of strength, or they are publicizing a sacred solemnity. In short, all this made me suddenly awe. I dare not even look at them again. I slipped behind the crowd and watched the colorful lights flashing through the dense gaps, listening to their happy jokes. I want to join, I don't have the courage, I don't feel qualified to join, because I didn't even call a lantern a horse paste egg.
I finally got a chance, that is, a good partner of mine appeared. He has a lantern, that is, a homemade lantern with a thin hemp pole as a bracket and white glossy paper as a lining. The appearance is not very beautiful, but it is absolutely solid. I greeted him hopefully, and my little friend didn't show any displeasure, which made me even more presumptuous. I even unconsciously grabbed the lantern pole with one hand, and I felt that the lantern was completely mine. We walked quickly together, through the crowd, and soon joined the ocean of lanterns.
Imagine a child's understanding of happiness. When depression is suddenly released, when the lack of desire becomes possession, he becomes puffed up. He went crazy in the crowd and even played some practical jokes. The idea of crying because of the lantern fire is becoming more and more urgent. As a small achievement news, it was quickly conveyed to his companions and accepted happily. As a result, a beautiful and arrogant Chinese zodiac lantern first fell into a big mold, and its stomach shrank after touching it three or two times, and then it became a fireball. My best friend ran away before he cried loudly, but I became the culprit without lanterns. Surrounded by a group of lanterns, I feel that I have greatly offended the interests of the nobles, especially the mother of the destroyed zodiac lanterns. I think she must have been greatly insulted. She jumped on me several times, trying to tear me to pieces. I dare not move. I feel hot and itchy all over. I have been spinning on the hard ground with the toe of one foot. I just didn't cry. I don't want to cry, I don't feel wronged. There is a rebellious mood. I feel that everything that happens here is the result of my not lighting lanterns, but mine comes from my mother. I really hate my mother!
When the crowd dispersed, I remained motionless. I'm afraid to go home. I heard that woman shouting to find my mother. She wants her mother to hit me hard. I also heard the echo of goodwill in the crowd. That should be a great force, indicating that beating is inevitable. However, I really hope my mother can beat me up as soon as possible to offset my discomfort caused by shyness and guilt. I was the only one left in the street, and even the stars overhead became few. The moon hung high like a giant lantern. I don't know when, I slept and slept in the street, but I didn't cry.
Later, my mother woke me up. She didn't hit me. But kissed my face with warm lips, and her tears hit my face. I don't understand why my mother is crying, because I was only six years old that year.