In the evening of thirty, I came home from work in the evening, walking on the sidewalk which was significantly reduced by pedestrians than in the past. My ears were full of firecrackers, cheerful and harsh bombardment, and something like fog, smoke and dust came to us, which made people feel a little open and unable to breathe.
At night, the sound of bombing still want to share with the folks to celebrate the Spring Festival wonderful horse bell wish is difficult to get, set up to the maximum volume, always hear the host and the actors what to say, sing what helpless!
Go to sleep! Think beautifully! Don't think about it! Another round of bombing begins, open your eyes to daybreak!
In the morning, look out of the window, where is the road? Where are the flowers and trees on the roadside? Is it myopic or overnight?
The bus at eight o'clock on the morning is waiting for the bus on the platform. Left and right can't wait. It's a bus that didn't dare to come. I didn't expect such a bull to be afraid. Then let's go and look at the occasional car with lights shining like snails crawling through the ear. There is a sudden idea of who will race to see the end of the car. It's funny.
The weather forecast says it's a sunny day. It looks like the sun's father-in-law takes a lot of work to get out and meet everyone.
Who in the world is in trouble! Do you know