今天是腊月廿三，天刚擦黑，门口的鞭炮声就噼里啪啦地响个不停。他独自一人伏在窗前那张仅有三条腿的饭桌上，望着门外纷纷扬扬的大雪，心中焦急不安。他是个穷苦的孩子，两年前母亲病故，父亲体弱多病，又要照顾他的生活，只能靠给建筑队打零工，给煤场运运煤，赚一点钱，维 Today is the third day of the twelfth lunar month. As the sky was darkened, the sound of firecrackers on the door rang. He fell alone on the three-legged table at the window and looked at the heavy snow from outside the door. His heart was anxious. He was a poor child. His mother died two years ago. His father was sick and sick and he had to take care of his life. He had to do odd jobs for the construction team, transport coal to the coal yard, and earn a little money.