天暗下来了,路灯亮了,在街口发出微弱的光,小伙伴们都赶紧跑回家吃晚饭。昏暗的路灯,在西北风的淫威下一晃又一晃,却照亮了墙壁上的一条标语,我瞅了好几眼,没有明白深层的含义,都怪自己书读得太少,整天跟在别人屁股后面就是冲冲杀杀,干了许多与读书无关的事,与小学生无关的事,逛进了1974年。但我心里明白,今年过年又没什么好东西吃,没有大肉,没有大鱼,没有零食,更没有属于我们小伙伴们好玩的东西。我连忙 The sky was dark, the lights were on, and the faint light was emitted from the street. All the friends and colleagues quickly ran home for dinner. Dim lights, in the northwesterly desolation of a flicker and flash, but illuminated a slogan on the wall, I glanced at several times, did not understand the deep meaning, blame my book too little, all day with others Buttocks behind the assassination kill, did a lot of things unrelated to school, nothing to do with primary school students, entered the 1974. But I knew that nothing good to eat this year, no meat, no big fish, no snacks, but also do not belong to our little friends are fun stuff. I quickly