Everyday dawn is as unique as awake. You can predict that the stars are scattered on the black stone slate and the faint color fades the pale glory. Baby blue, soft roses, creamy yellow often stain in the atmosphere, the sun is over the night ivory ball. Other breaks suddenly showed vibrant bright orange butterfly feathers, shocking pink and red tones are brighter than single-blood beads, chase the night velvet in the whirlwind to insist its existence It was.
It was lovely when I walked through the Sucre cemetery road. The white daisy grows taller and stronger laterally and shakes slightly in the gentle breeze. People take a walk at the end of the ash. Children play hide and hear, ride on skateboards, ride horses. Both live and dead enjoy the cemetery. elegy began to play far away. I am on the side of the graveyard. People of all ages leading the band and walking slowly behind the truck followed it. Their expression is more serious than sorrow. I do not know the identity of the corpse owner who was carried in the truck. But this person I encountered my own destiny is very happy to spend his last break in this little heaven. There is no attraction here, but there is peace.
In order to spend the whole day in London, I borrowed a bicycle with a friend and took a walk in Hyde Park. It reminds me of lots of San Francisco's Golden Gate Park, where there are green grass, royal memorials and buildings. For me it is refreshing, it feels like a house, people are covering the park with picnics and green lawn. For food, one of my friends insisted on going to South London's rose market. Originally I was skeptical, but how good is the market really? Does it include everything my friends talked about? From West London, I used a short tube in the subway later, and I was standing there, definitely the biggest groceries market I know (Sorry for the Los Angeles night market). The first thing I thought about is that it has everything, it has everything. Representative of meat, vegetables and fruits from around the UK.