Prose for the morning in the town that makes you long for it

Waking up from a deep sleep at five, I rubbed my eyes with my hands. Stretching lazily, yawning, getting dressed, hurriedly washing up and walking into the yard.

Habitually look up at the sky, the sky is already bright, the east is already fish-belly white. Take a deep breath of air, a little cool and fresh feeling. Look at the flowers and plants under the stone platform in front of the house. Jasmine flowers are in full bloom, yellow, red, and snow-white, no matter what color they spit out their fragrance, exuding that belongs to the unique fragrance of jasmine. Look at the petunias crawling on the fence are still shyly budding. The morning dew of different sizes is held up by the petunia leaves, emitting that crystal light is very charming. The sunflower is still nurturing its fruit and has not yet lifted its head toward the light. The moonflower also seems to wake up from a deep sleep, and compete with the colorful open.

Out of the yard, the door of the two acacia longjaw is still sleeping, their leaves are still some closed dragon. The top of the exposed green leaves like a powder. Look at the clusters of peanuts under the tree, each pair of their leaves are still tightly together, like a long time no see couples like embracing, close to express the feelings of longing. But the little yellow flowers underneath it peeped at the couple's intimacy. And then look at the doorway to the left there are a few plants of corn, corn at this time has grown its male flowers and corn fetus, fetus spit out the female flowers. Female flowers in the leaves between the clip, looking up at the male flowers, like the first love of the girl waiting for the Prince Charming in front of the confession. A breeze, the male flower seems to have received the message sent by the breeze, knowing that the female flower to its desire. It plucked up the courage to shake its body generously, giving the pollen to the female flower underneath. Its yellow pollen falls on the head of the pink female flower, thus completing their wedding. In the fall, the female flower gives us the fruit of her pregnancy. I look at these plants secretly give a little jealous.

Crouch down to see what the ground can not call the little insects began to come out of the movement. The ants are still closed to slumber, but the sparrows on the trees fly down to find their meal, that far away from the acacia tree a few magpies began to sing happily, to bring me a pleasant mood, it is a symbol of good luck. With a joyful mood toward the People's Square. Those who sell breakfast by the roadside have built a good fire, set up tables, busy preparing to meet customers. That year-round clothing unchanged orange-colored cleaners began a busy day of work.

At six o'clock in the square, the different age groups are clearly separated. Look at that young boys and girls wearing fitness clothing jumped up fast-paced street dance, let a person feel so young, energetic, energetic, all the difficulties seem to be trampled under their feet. And then look at the thirty-forty-year-old middle-aged men and women, they like and those young boys and girls challenge, their colorful clothes, men's upright body, like in the international dance competition site. Ballet, jazz, ballroom dancing. Oh, no! It's not a competition, it's a ball. Look at the fifty or sixty years old, practicing sword, practicing Tai Chi, dancing square dance. The seventy and eighty year olds are also slowly moving their bodies to the slow rhythmic music. Not willing to show their dance. Looking around, the square near those three to five groups of people, kicking keys, playing gyro, flinging steel whip, playing badminton, but also from time to time came a burst of laughter.

At seven o'clock, the music on the square gradually low, people also gradually less. Look at the breakfast stalls began to fill the dining people. "Doughnuts, soybean milk." "Vegetable box, mung bean porridge hello" ...... from time to time the boss's hawking voice.

At 7:30 the road also began to appear that the figure of the commuters. The road is becoming more and more congested, bicycles, electric cars, buses, private cars are in the busy streets, some of the feeling of congestion. As weaving through the hurrying rhythm of the road to give people pressure. The stores on the street began to put out their stereos one after another, and the cheerful songs floated in the tidal wave of traffic and people.

Back in the courtyard, the magpies on the acacia tree began a busy day of life, have gone to look for their food, the robin began to light up their singing voice. The clusters of peanuts also woke up and stretched their leaves to welcome the new day. Petunias and jasmine have finished their work, jasmine closed her eyes and fell asleep, petunias began to show a bright smile, to show people its dazzling side. At this time the representative of hard work - bees began to busy flying from this flower to that flower, they sing a little song, cheerful busy collecting pollen, for the sweetness of our human busy.

It was eight o'clock and the sun was already high in the sky. The temperature has changed and it is beginning to feel blazing hot. But in order to live this busy day began, and the morning of the town ended in this clamor.