Essay <March, someone call my name> after reading 60o

March 3, the festival of the Zhuang people, Wuming should be the most lively. Thousands of people bamboo dance, thousands of people martial arts, thousands of people square dance. Bullfighting. Outside the window, the sky is still hazy, the sky wrapped in this layer of thin silk coat, the sky outside recalled a sound of crisp to the amount of chicken song, breaking the quiet of Wuming, to meet the beginning of the March 3, the monumental sleep has not yet awakened, will ring to meet the passion for the March 3. Around ten o'clock, the sky touched a trace of colorful clouds, we with a happy mood, leisurely to the main venue, into the eyes of the bustling streets, bustling stalls and vendors, a glance at the past, a sea of people, everyone is wearing their own exclusive clothes, colorful, colorful, forming a colorful world, as if the rainbow of colors. Men and women, old and young, all kinds of people, crowded the whole street. A gust of wind blew, different aromas came to the nose, gently close your eyes, the mind floats a picture of food, there are grilled lamb kebabs, grilled squid, grilled chicken, stinky tofu. All kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of all kinds of things. Tread this brisk pace, with a happy mood, into the world of food, smell the different flavors, as if into the world of food. The day slowly darkened, touching a layer of thick dark clouds wind as if a naughty little elf, clattering blowing, with the passage of time time by the minute, the concert has just begun, the sky will be fluttering with a hazy rain, a wisp, a slice, a silk, a strip, a burst. Covered the whole world, our enthusiasm was not wiped out, we did not care much, but. God is so ruthless, the rain is getting bigger and bigger, one drop after another like bean dots, have scattered into the earth, relentless rain, relentless time, relentless world forced us into the tent, helplessness accompanied by, ai ~ I gently sighed and sighed, I looked at the rain with disappointment, I do not know what feelings in my heart. Time waits for no one, the rain fell for a long time at once, everything is gone, a thousand bamboo dances, a thousand martial arts, a thousand square dances are gone, hey ~ helpless, we went home with regret. The wind blew regretfully, and everything seemed a little sad.