Sunday, March 13, XX
On Saturday morning, the sky was clear. My mother and I went to the market to buy vegetables. Before we got to the vegetable market, the cries of vegetable sellers, the bargains of customers and the sirens of cars came into our ears. Look, there are vegetables, water, candy, meat and sundries. On the vegetable stand, there are tomatoes, eggplant and cabbage; On the fruit stand, there are apples, pears and oranges; There are eggs, mops and rice on the sundry stand; There are chickens, ducks and pigeons at the meat stand... Welcome to wechat: www 4hw for more knowledge. Some customers are more diverse. Some lower their heads to smell the dishes and choose; Some hold vegetable baskets and talk to themselves about what to buy; Some look left and right, saying that this is not good and that it is not good; Others have happily carried the vegetable basket and returned with a full load. We came to the meat stall to buy meat. I found that the hens in the cage also look different: some don't care if they want to be killed and are still eating rice with relish; Some do not eat or drink. Sometimes they look at the sky, like longing for freedom. Sometimes they look at the chicken murderer, as if begging the chicken murderer not to kill themselves. Sometimes they look at the dead chicken in the chicken murderer's hand and shudder; Some fight with each other, you Peck and I kick. It's really interesting; Others cooed one by one, as if they were discussing how to escape. Chicken killers skillfully kill chickens with bloody hands, cut meat and call it meat. Mother took the meat and took my hand and left. Going shopping today not only made me more knowledgeable, but also had a lot of fun.