Going to the market in a summer town

The streets of the summer town are lush on both sides, the locust trees are in bloom, and the fragrance fills the whole town. The town is backed by green mountains and beside rivers. The mountains and rivers decorate the town. In summer, , standing on the green hills overlooking the town, the tall and lush canopy of trees covers the entire town, a proper "natural oxygen bar."

The town still maintains the traditional custom of going to the market, and everyone The numbers "3, 6, 9" in the month and day are the collection of small towns. On the day of the market, it was dawn, and the shops and business owners from out of town were setting up tents on the street, setting up shelves, sorting out goods, and waiting for the market goers.

Various styles of clothes, home-grown crops, exquisite small items, etc. are all available. Just after eight o'clock, the road gradually became lively. Everyone was driving an electric tricycle. The older ones pushed their bicycles around, stopping and walking, and kept looking towards both sides of the street, not missing any nook and corner, looking for themselves. "Prey."

The town only has one central avenue, and both sides of the avenue are filled with goods again today. After a while, the entire road is surrounded by water, and anxious passers-by are honking their horns crazily behind. , the people going to the market are still calm and go their own way, while the passers-by are only anxious.

The sellers yelled one after another, and one family was more powerful than the other. In front of the clothes stall, the two people were fighting over a few dollars; in front of the vegetable stall, saliva was flying when discussing the price. ; There are also people playing chess in the corner next to them. Everything on the street seems to have nothing to do with them. They have been staring at the chessboard, thoughtfully.

At noon, the people going to the market were tired and thirsty. They sat under the shade of the trees and asked for a bowl of rice noodles, slurping and eating while others looked at them. The children were crying and fussing. He asked the parents to buy ice cream to eat. The parent on the side seemed a little angry and said, "I have already eaten two. If you eat more, you will be upset. If you continue to be so annoying, I won't take you next time." The child stopped making noises. I seem to have seen the scene when I was a child. At that time, I loved going to the market. There were many people and the most important thing was that I could eat snacks.

After noon, the weather got hotter, and people gradually began to disperse. Everyone’s tricycles were fully loaded, chatting and laughing, and walked away. As the market-goers continued to leave, the shop owners also Started to clear the stall and move goods into the shop. The streets have returned to calm, and the chirping of birds in the distant mountains and forests can be vaguely heard.

The day in the summer town ended like this, simple and fulfilling.