At half past nine, they set off the fireworks in the yard.

Instantly, the darkness was illuminated by dazzling colors, and everyone came out to watch the fireworks and take pictures.

The fireworks were so bright and breathtaking that Ivy could not help but shed tears at the sight.

She recalled fragments of her past and distinctively remembered the year when her grandmother had taken her to the city center so that she could watch a grand fireworks display. During the show, her grandmother's wallet had been stolen, and they did not have the money to take the bus back.

On that cold night, it had taken them nearly three hours to walk home.

Many of Ivy's memories were filled with icy coldness and poverty, and though she rarely looked back, these memories would still occasionally rush back to her.

Midnight arrived, marking the beginning of a new year.

They had finished setting off their fireworks just as their neighbor began setting off theirs.

The sound of successive fireworks a