Picking poems in the world, silhouette Africa——
"Impressions of the Grand Bazaar of Mali"
The scorching sun roasts the noise,
Ten thousand umbrellas cover the sky and the small shop is glorious.
The car must be pushed and blocked,
When the crowd squeezes the meat, it passes.
It's hard to get angry one after another,
Stick to the back and stick to the chest without being frightened.
Countless stalls are lively,
商流浩荡盼和平。
Postscript: There is a large bazaar in Abaco, the capital of Mali, which runs several streets long. Under the scorching sun, thousands of umbrellas gathered, and the high temperature and hot roasting did not seem to affect the excitement of you buying and selling. There are 100 categories of commodities, covering clothing, food, housing and transportation. The most distinctive are the skulls, body bones, leg bones and so on of various birds and beasts, the big ones have cattle and red deer, and the small ones have birds. An indescribable smell that is said to be used in medicine to cure diseases.
Under the front and back of the ground, we also walked in the bazaar for a while. Once it is snatched away, it will disappear without a trace, like sinking into the sea. We had to hide our phones in our satchels, hug me and squeeze around, moving slowly. The most interesting thing is that it is not people avoiding cars, but cars pushing away the crowd and moving slowly.
Seeing such a hot scene, and thinking of the unstable situation in the country, some of the world cultural heritage that represents the essence of African civilization is to refuse tourists because of the unsafe melee, which is regrettable!
(Photo by the author)
