Steal half a day's leisure. In the morning, while the sun has not yet risen too high, I am going to go around, I am going to go to see, to be a child, to have my own Children's Day. Fuso at the entrance of the breakfast restaurant is open

Steal half a day's leisure. In the morning, while the sun has not yet risen too high, I am going to go around, I am going to go to see, to be a child, to have my own Children's Day.

The Fuso at the entrance of the breakfast shop is a moving pink, but the diners are in a hurry, no one stops, and they have to be lonely; the door of the specialty restaurant is still closed, but the wisteria flowers can't stand loneliness, blooming next to the bamboo hedge; the flower shop has not yet opened, the Gesang flowers, dragon balls and other beads at the door are dew, lively in the morning; the phoenix flowers are reluctant to return, still warm and warm the city; the flame flowers are rushing to join in the fun, and the small torches are exciting; the white orchid blossoms a tree, the flowers are fragrant, but unfortunately no one comes to sweep away the flowers and spices; the white, The red frangipani stubbornly looked up and blossomed into a small high cold; the big flower Ziwei looked up and smiled, a brilliant piece; the dried flowers of the maple leaf vase seemed to have a date with the sky, as bright as clouds; jackfruit was silent, quiet and low-key; all kinds of small flowers were not in contention, joy was in the branches...

Eight hundred meters of journey, I walked for more than an hour. There are too many beautiful things around, how can you not let me linger?