With the strict management of the city, street stalls once disappeared in the city. Even in my small city on the 5th and 6th lines, there are only a few street stalls or carts selling vegetables, or vans selling car wipers and cushions on the roadside in the suburbs. It was a tall and neat scene that I only saw on TV, just like a pool of spring water, without waves, but I felt a little shut out, always feeling out of touch with my life, just like eating in a barbecue house.
"Give me a little cheaper."
"If it's not cheap, forget it."
"I have never seen such a cheap one."
"calculate da, calculate da, you take it."
Such a bridge, such fireworks, such a stall, also constitute a small beauty of our life, which will greatly stimulate economic vitality and stir up the originally calm pool of spring water.
Listening to this song, my thoughts are accompanied by this song. Inadvertently, I seem to have entered time tunnel. When I was a child, scenes of stalls came to my eyes. I really want to stay in time tunnel and experience those simple pleasures forever. When the music pointed to the last scale, I suddenly regretted it: it was over so soon!
The night is getting deeper and deeper. I like to make a cup of honey that flies into my heart every night. Maybe it's linden honey in Changbai Mountain, maybe it's jujube honey in northern Shaanxi. I tasted the fragrance of honey flying into my heart and recalled the past bits and pieces through my favorite articles. ...
The dark night covered a silent world, and even the stars in the sky were getting farther and farther away. The years are silent, and the seasons are constantly changing, but they have changed the world. We grow unconsciously in an invisible atmosphere. Time flies, some old things, in my heart, gradually engraved with a deep or shallow imprint, like the ripples of raindrops on the water, layered. Once people and things, after years of precipitation, have become more and more valuable and become unrepeatable classics in memory. Shuttling through the bustling crowd, listening to the noisy hawking, you can find your favorite kebabs, mala Tang, roasted cold noodles, roasted gluten, hot and sour powder, cold noodles and fruit fishing at a glance. ...
Especially in the midsummer evening, it used to be a great pleasure in summer to have three or five friends, crayfish and beer, while blowing the evening breeze and holding strings.