春节

我是一盒刚刚走出生产线的烟花，等待着被主人领走，迎接我的唯一一个春节。

春节前一天，我端坐在货架上，新奇地打量玻璃门外的世界。平日里干干净净的街道上此时落着一层薄雪，还留着一行行浅浅的车辙，街边立着的路灯杆上早挂上了“年味儿”十足的红灯笼。人行道上人来人往，无一不是忙碌而幸福的。我紧张得快要“爆炸”，同时也期盼着顾客快些到来，将我带走。

不多时，店门被拉开，几名穿着红马甲戴红帽的年轻人走了进来，他们审视着一排排不同的烟花，最后将目光聚在了我身上。我想，如果我有心，那它肯定跳到嗓子眼儿了。年轻人们问老板：“这种烟花声音大吗？颜色多吗？”“声音挺大，颜色花样也是应有尽有的。”老板吹嘘地夸奖着我。年轻人们果断地打包了我和另几盒同种类的烟花。我们在袋子里，晃悠着被他们放进了车里。我们都很兴奋，纷纷对未来猜测起来。“我们肯定是拿得出手的礼物，他们要把我们送给他们的恩师呢。”我身边的那盒烟花骄傲地说。“我们绽放一定很美，他们或许要跟某人表白，用咱们烘托气氛呢。”又一盒烟花憧憬地说：“你们说得都不对，现在是春节，他们用我们是寓意红红火火，一年更胜一年，这多有意义。”我们七嘴八舌地讨论着。

不知过了多久，我们被提下了车，与我们一起的同伴又多了几箱奶粉。我透过袋子观望，只见年轻人们正朝不远处的铁门招手。走进了才发现敞开的门里是一群老人和几名护工，年轻人将我们递到老人手里，老人们忙说：“谢谢你们这些志愿者了，年年都来看我们。”此时，一盒烟花不满地说：“我还以为多棒呢，原来就是让一群老人观赏，真没劲。”跟着传来附和声。“这些老人都是孤寡老人，他们无儿无女，我们的职责就是为他们带去温暖啊！”此话一出，大家立刻安静了下来，都陷入了思考。我看着老人们慈善的面庞，心里盘算着，一定要用尽全力为他们绽放。

春节那天晚上，打火机将我点燃，我飞似的冲上天空，努力地变换各种“舞姿”。看见地面上老人们含笑幸福的样子，我觉得，这短暂的一生有了意义。

英语翻译

I am a box of fireworks that just came out of the production line, waiting to be taken away by the owner to welcome my only Chinese New Year.

The day before the Spring Festival, I was sitting on the shelf, looking at the world outside the glass door with novelty. A thin layer of snow fell on the usually clean streets at this time, and there were still shallow ruts, and red lanterns full of "New Year's flavor" were hung on the street light poles standing on the street. People come and go on the sidewalk, all of them busy and happy. I was so nervous that I was about to "explode", and at the same time, I was expecting customers to come and take me away.

After a while, the door of the store was opened, and several young people wearing red vests and red hats walked in. They looked at the rows of different fireworks, and finally focused on me. I thought, if I had a heart, it must have jumped into my throat. The young people asked the boss: "Are these fireworks loud? Are there many colors?" "The sound is quite loud, and the colors and patterns are also available." The young people resolutely packed me and a few other boxes of the same kind of fireworks. We were in the bag, dangling into the car by them. We were all excited and speculating about the future. "We must be a gift, and they are going to give us to their teacher." The box of fireworks beside me said proudly. "Our bloom must be beautiful. They may want to confess to someone and use us to set the atmosphere." Another box of fireworks said with a longing: "You are all wrong, it is the Spring Festival, and they use us to mean prosperity, A year is better than a year, which is so meaningful." We discussed at length.

I don't know how long it took, we were taken out of the car, and our companions had a few more boxes of milk powder. I looked through the bag and saw young people waving at the iron gate not far away. When we walked in, we found that there were a group of old people and a few carers inside the open door. The young people handed us over to the old people, and the old people hurriedly said, "Thank you for the volunteers who come to see us every year." , A box of fireworks said dissatisfiedly: "I thought it was great, but it turned out to be for a group of old people to watch, it's really boring." There was an echoing voice. "These old people are all lonely and widowed old people. They have no children and no daughters. Our duty is to bring warmth to them!" As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately became quiet and fell into thinking. I looked at the charitable faces of the elderly, and thought in my heart that I must do my best to bloom for them.

On the night of the Spring Festival, a lighter ignited me, and I flew into the sky, trying to change various "dance poses". Seeing the smiling and happy faces of the old people on the ground, I feel that this short life has meaning.