Street

From Aviation Road to Wuyang Street, it seems to accommodate all the noise and prosperity of Enshi. Standing on the overpass, Xidu square, Qingjiang River, bustling streets and distant buildings. It shows all kinds of things in the world. What can we hide in such a naked city? Maybe there is, just like this street. Even if I stand on the high platform, I still can’t see its end. I often imagined what was in the farthest place, so I came to the crowd. I like to pass by too many things with too many people, leaving regrets and sorrows that cannot be touched, or a faint smile at the corners of my mouth, sighing their own lives like this. There was a gongs in the distance, and a group of people in strange clothes appeared in the opposite street, just like people two hundred years ago suddenly emerged from the ground, all dressed in the costumes of Qing Dynasty officers and soldiers. The yellow card that should have been written with avoidance and silence is happiness, shopping, gifts and so on. This world is so amazing that people have to admire their creativity. It is said that the river of Qing dynasty is no longer so clear, but I always hope to keep its original beauty. As for its future, I have to let the young people who are more ambitious than me work hard. At that moment, a body appeared in the camera. Maybe I can only describe it like this. He was lying on a skateboard close to the ground, only the upper body can judge his integrity as a human being, while the lower body is only symbolically connected to one side. Like other beggars, they kept shaking the Iron Bowl in their hands. The Coins and bowls made a noisy sound, and the corners of their mouths trembled slightly, as if they were talking something and motioning the passers-by to leave something. There were too many such scenes in the street, so the kind people were tired. One after another passers-by almost crossed his head bravely and fled towards the other side timidly. I hesitated whether I should give him something, but I remembered that I had been cheated, so I stood far away and dared not move forward. Finally, I left him numb. After walking a few steps, he turned back again, took out some coins from his pocket, bowed down and put them gently in the Iron Bowl. When he left, he seemed to hear a thank you, the sound was like from the bottom of the Earth. The pavement was very narrow. A young mother was holding a three-year-old child. The old man next to her should be the child’s grandmother. She was handing the child a five-cent coin. I was very curious, adults generally do not allow children to touch coins for safety reasons. Therefore, he stood there and looked at them for a while. When the disabled person was approaching, the old man motioned his mother to put down the child, so the child walked to the Iron Bowl and put the five cents in the bowl. After finishing, the child looked at Grandma and left happily. I am glad that I have been back, otherwise I can’t even catch up with a three-year-old child. I began to think about how to face such a situation. We all know that these beggars have too many scams, but children need a kind of love education, do we open our minds for them or let them have a love? Maybe it doesn’t need too much, but only a few cents can change a child’s life attitude! I continued to hang out in this street, because it was the May Day holiday, there were various activities in the shops along the road, and the discounted broadcast was enough to make the tired workaholics sober up. But I still dare not step into the store which was dressed up too luxuriant. I think it would cost several hundred yuan for a 30% discount. Looking around, many people are looking at the Glory inside like me and dare not enter. There were many job advertisements on the street, all looking for coolies. A man in his fifties came to a job advertisement, tore off the phone number, and left happily with a smile, he should have been looking for a job for a long time. I began to feel sad for the old people all over the world, like my parents, who had to rush about for their children when they were old. ,,, unconsciously came to Wuyang overpass and did not move forward. Streets are long and endless. How many stories are still waiting for us to interpret and interpret? How many streets will a girl shuttle through in her life? After experiencing the helpless stories, they are sweet and bitter, love and hate. An endless street,,,

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