On Saturday morning, my daughter went to the extra class. After sending her to the training center, I didn’t go home. I have been tired of working recently. Too lazy to go home and screw housework. I went to the nearby park. People did not enter, but wonderful music was introduced into the eardrum. There are already more than ten old people sitting on the rockery beside the corridor. Five or six old people who were over half a hundred years old, each of them held a musical instrument in their hands, accompanying an aunt with full expression and loud voice. At this time, aunt was singing “red plum praise”. The high tone and familiar melody made the tourists around slow down gradually, and many people stopped. Or stop watching, or sing in a low voice, or listen carefully. Although these old people are blocked by the increasing crowd, there is no limit to singing. It rose like smoke, making people feel high. With the song, I walked forward. After a while, I arrived at the small lakeside. Don’t underestimate its existence. Although, the current time is only eight o’clock in the morning. Its surroundings have been carved up without any space. To the east of the lake, crazy music was played in the recorder. In this piece of land, people danced with the rhythm. Don’t think this is the world of young people. Look wang lai, you will find, a 100 or 200-strong team in, young people few. People who shake their heads wildly, twist their shoulders and jump up and down are basically middle-aged and elderly people over 40 years old. The oldest one seems to be over 80 years old. It seems that the annual rings of time push them forward too fast, and they intend to PK with time. Moreover, there are many people and great strength. The shock of the group moved the Earth, so they had to be stepped on their feet honestly, letting them show their passion and energy. There is no limit to youth, and here, it is interpreted as no limit to life. Looking at every smiling face, I also walked forward with a smile. On the north bank of the small lake, there stand some tourists enjoying the beautiful scenery. At this time, the boat on the lake moved forward slowly. The people inside the boat did not want to row boats, but to feel the comfort of people swimming in the picture. Tourists on the shore, or looking at the lake from afar; Or throwing food and feeding ducks; Or brushing willows like shadows; Or singing poems and painting… they didn’t realize that the people who appreciated the scenery had become the characters in the scenery. Now that there are many quiet scenes. Then, let me do the flowing scenery! I continue on. The west of the small lake unexpectedly looks leisurely. At this moment, an old man was playing Hulusi, and the lingering sound was spread far and far by the loudspeaker. It seems that there is an invisible road of sound transmission on the river. The touching sound unconsciously spread around the lake bank. I was preparing to close my eyes and listen to the pleasant voice. Unexpectedly, to the south of the small lake, the sound of the sky shaking the ground came. All eyes were on there. Ah, it turned out that a whole set of drum set was also transferred to the small lake, with an electronic organ sitting beside it, and a group of saxophone was also caught in it. Everyone came to share the feast of this holiday. In fact, it is us who walk around the park in the morning that are really full of happiness. During the wandering, the scenery was watched, the voice was heard, the heart was refreshed, and people were young. Finally, I came to a rock beside the shore, sat on it, took out a novel from my schoolbag and read it with relish. Some people say that reading should be done in a quiet place. But I don’t care, it can be anywhere. I asked you how can you do, and you felt a distant heart. 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