Lens a
Night falls, the small square lights, the village gathered in the square dance. They waved their arms, a moment forward, a moment backward, a moment to jump, a moment to jump, the action is neat and rhythmic. Auntie feet square has an extraordinary origin: originally here is a row of stinking, mosquitoes and flies swarming pigsties, there is a dry toilet it! Later, under the persuasion of village cadres, Auntie, who got rich by raising pigs, realized the importance of protecting the environment and agreed to dismantle it. Today, the small square has become a bright landscape in the village. Snapping? A couple of times, the music in the square stopped. Only the village women's director said: ? From tomorrow, stop square dancing, next week the children will be examined. Aunties unanimously agreed, the small square gradually into dreamland.
Lens two
Rain, is falling, quietly and gently. There is no way to tell whether it is raindrops or raindrops, drifting down to the wall, pedestrians, making a rustling sound. The sound is soft, as if it is afraid of disturbing people. In the rain, four volunteers shuttled back and forth between the two ends of the crosswalk, escorting a group of elementary school students to cross the zebra crossing in an orderly manner. Suddenly, a child choked and said: "Mom, why haven't you come to pick me up yet? Mom, why haven't you come to take me home yet? Volunteers quickly bent down, stroked the child's head, said gently:? Don't worry, Auntie will call your mom. The child heard, immediately revealed the color of joy, told the volunteer mom's phone number.
Lens three
The most lively and busiest place in the morning? The market is playing a symphony again. People go around picking fresh vegetables, meat, fish, hawking, haggling, bargaining, bargaining, gossiping, one after another, endless. Big sister, what do you want to buy again? The stall owner greeted me warmly. I? I bought an extra pound of lentils. I would like to return it. The middle-aged woman stammered. It's okay. The stall owner did not hesitate to take the lentils. Market staff squatted down, holding a bag of cabbage on the stall. Not long after, the blocked channel and smooth.
A piece of civilized poetry written in Changtai. Civilization is like a breeze, refreshing people's mood; civilization is like a lamp, illuminating the bright future. Changtai strides towards the ecological county, civilized county, for our great Chinese dream to add a new inch of green!