梦想的焰火逢年过节,与美味佳肴一起到来的,是璀璨的烟花、焰火、礼花、花火。一年又一年,当烟花竞相绽放,我,仍旧变回了那个天真烂漫的小女孩,守着窗儿,仰望夜空,发出一声声惊呼、赞叹。儿时过春节,与小伙伴们一起放炮仗,那种既害怕又兴奋的心情,回想起来是多么动人。那时的炮仗制作简单,声音刺耳,远没有今天的烟花绚丽多姿,但它带给孩子们的欢喜却毫不逊色。少女时代,在天安门前看礼花,首都的礼花,盛大、华丽,如 Dream fireworks festivals, come together with the delicacies, is the bright fireworks, fireworks, fireworks, fireworks. Year after year, when the fireworks competed to bloom, I still turned back to the innocent little girl, guarding the window, looking up to the night sky, uttered a cry and exclaimed. Spring Festival during childhood, with the small buddies were fired, the kind of feeling both scared and excited, in retrospect how touching. At that time, the artillery baton was simple and soundless. It was far from the colorful fireworks of today, but the joy it brings to the children is not inferior. Girls’ Generation, watching fireworks in front of Tiananmen Square, the capital’s fireworks, grand, gorgeous, such as