Fireworks Street

I forgot to buy breakfast yesterday, so I had to go downstairs to eat outside. Then go to the home of the classmates and mothers. The steamed dumplings in their family are very sweet and the filling is thin. Order a bowl of black rice porridge, a piece of side dishes, and add potato shreds in the side dishes.

This street is not prosperous, and there are short houses everywhere. Like the people on the street, they are resisting the storm of life. There are many trees on the street. It is a handsome French sycamore. The spring is covered with the sky, and this street is also energetic. But I prefer autumn. As soon as autumn, the yellow sycamore leaves will flutter like gold coins. I don't like money. I like its romance. Rolling in the dead leaves on the ground is also my romance, that is, to make me the number one enemy of cleaners.

The mother of the classmate gets up very early every day. Whenever you get up, you will never see the rolling door of the shop. I found a seat and ordered the dishes I wanted. The water vapor at the door is really beautiful. The steamer is the processing factory of the cloud. Water vapor also smells good, it feels clean and sea. There is always a dog outside the door, not a classmate, and the fur every day is different. Because people with dogs are accustomed to sitting outside and watching a charcoal black thing under the sycamore tree outside the door, I think maybe they are afraid of drooling their shops. The uncle at the table was white -sleeved. He was really fat. The video software in the mobile phone was not tireless. They are all busy people.

There is no foreign thing on the street. There is a Lanlan pastry -our local business, business is not bad. There are always various western -style scents in the store, the aroma of the bread and the smell of stuffy oil, which is also a combination of Chinese and Western. Even so, I have to admit that his home bread is really delicious. The young clerk stretched his face every day, stared at his eyes, and looked at the TV on the top bored. After cleaning up the sycamore leaves, the cleaner was dragged by the branch broom. When the clerk heard the rumbling sound, he would stinky his face. He came out of the cup of water from the store. Paled, she overturned several times, and the cleaners persuaded her several times. She still did not change this bad habit.

Our street does not suck cats, and dogs can be seen everywhere, and so are shit. I think the main reason is that there are many older generations here. I told the grandfather to the door supermarket that I wanted to raise a cat. He glanced at me in horror, grabbed my shoulder, and felt so scary. "Dogs come to wealth, cats come to disaster", "cats are coming to pull filial piety", and I am also frightened. He saw what I was afraid, and suddenly relieved, this was right, what cat, come, come, Grandpa gives you mushrooms to eat.

After eating, I don't want to come down, but now I am sour and sweet of potato shreds. But don't worry, every day is sweet and sour on this unknown street.

Text: Tong Difitu: Derived from the Internet

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