The warmest fireworks in the world

The wind leaves the warmth of the day and the coolness of the night behind for a few minutes.

I heard all the noise.

My favorite fireworks,

It is this little bit of life that is ordinary.

The sky is getting darker and darker,

The afterglow passes through the new green among the branches,

The evening breeze is still wet, caressing the skirt corner between the sleeves,

There is a soft coolness.

Raise my hand and brush away a few strands of long hair scattered on my shoulders.

The smell of food wrapped in the wind fell on the nose, and the city began to be lively at this time.

Go through the end of the noise and dim light and go home before the moon rises.

What I like is that there are fireworks in my palm.

At first glance, it is a little life.

I have seen a noisy and bustling dusk city.

The evening breeze with delicious food makes me more and more greedy.

The wind is just what I want, not dry.

People are also happy, what goes around comes around.

In this world, it is worthwhile to walk once. -Falling snow and dust

Warmth is two pairs of cold hands holding together, or two lonely souls leaning together. Warmth is the sunshine in winter and the ginger soup after rain ... Warmth is hidden in the fireworks of this world.

In the early morning, pedestrians on the street walk around, buying food, shopping and traveling. The breakfast shop is steaming hot, and people are constantly ordering rice noodles, rice noodles and soybean milk fritters, mixed with shouts. People come and go in the market, bustling: the mother riding a bicycle with her children, the old man who has been running around all her life, the voice of bargaining, the voice of inquiry, and the voice of Alipay WeChat's arrival are mixed together, which is very lively.

There are large and small vehicles parked at the entrance of the Shwedagon Pagoda, which seems a bit crowded. Tourists line up for temperature measurement and code scanning, which is neat and polite.

The noise on the road stopped, everything was in place, shops began to open, sanitation workers began to clean, and the music of old people dancing came from the corner of the park square. ...

At noon, people flocked from parks and inns: tourists who ate by the way, couples who bought melons and fruits by the way, and beautiful women who took pictures by the way. As soon as you enter Vientiane Avenue, every gourmet restaurant smells of delicious food: Dai roast chicken, stewed beef, mutton kebabs, Bao jiaozi, stone pot wild mushrooms ... With this fragrance, you can eat more bowls of rice.

In the evening, people come back from their travels and end their hard work. They were very satisfied with a hot meal in the ethnic restaurant on the street. After dinner, we went into digestive activities, and pedestrians kept passing by on the paths on both sides of the street: couples walking with their children, old people walking, and young people walking their dogs. There were also bursts of music and shouts from the alley next to Bodhi Avenue. It must be that cold salad, old coffee and tropical fruit drinks are beginning to stand out. The night market under the Shwedagon Pagoda is even more lively: handicrafts, national costumes, rare treasures, Southeast Asian specialties, tambourine treasures ... Just when the melody of bars and restaurants scattered in the outer ring sounded, the graceful "Dai Jiasao" passed through the crowd happily, with all kinds of gentle gestures, and some wines were not intoxicating.

There are always too many coincidences: the night market is full of food stalls and fruit stalls, and there is a smell of barbecue next to it. I was accidentally fascinated by the fragrance, and today I am white and thin. As I walked, I thought, it seemed that there was a cry of remorse and self-blame from my fair lady not far away.

Every time I think about this, my heart is steadfast, and my mouth unconsciously smiles. These are extremely dull lives, and they are also dull lives for some people. This is the truest and warmest. Compared with the deserted streets during the epidemic before the Spring Festival, the upsurge of buying vegetables, the fear of staying at home, the restoration of all order, the lively reappearance of the town and the continuation of plain life are the warmest, and this warmth comes from the fireworks on earth.