The supermarket is one of my many good places to be alone. Travel in all areas, watch at will, play at will, and put the required items into the basket, as if you are the little boy picking mushrooms, which not only broadens your horizons, but also feels life.
Touch the drum of the bag, a warm current into the heart. A few days later is the birthday of her classmate, Mulan. She is quiet and beautiful. She likes reading. No matter in class or in physical education class, she always sits at her desk or leans against the tree and reads quietly with a book. Sometimes, a smile appears on her cheek, just like a breeze accompanying the bright moon blowing through the willow. I stopped in the book area, my eyes moved slowly from left to right, and I knew the name of each book clearly. After several times of thinking, I thought that primary school full score composition on the cupboard was quite suitable for her, so I tiptoed to take it down. Slowly came to the drink area, took three boxes of milk and left, intended to leave a box for Mulan. When I came to the fruit area, I remembered that my cousin loved bananas, apples and oranges I weighed it just like that. Come to the snack area, or forget it. Im not interested in them. Come to the vegetable area, cucumber, yam, lotus root, cabbage Its all my favorite food, and Ive weighed it in the same way. Seeing the basket more and more heavy, more and more things, the sense of achievement in my heart is more and more sufficient.
At present, when the number of people is the most, there are long lines beside the weighing platform. Everyone is impatient. Next to the cash register, customers run through the supermarket one by one. Fortunately, all of us are of high quality. We didnt push and push to jump in line, and forced to suppress the anxiety of rising heart. The team advanced slowly and orderly.
I went out of the supermarket and touched the purse again. It was shriveled. I looked at a big bag of crystals in my hand, and I also smiled. Although there are few things for me to buy, there are a lot to participate in. Its worthwhile to daydream about Mulan, his cousin and his familys happy expression. My little Treasury is gone.
On the way home, the sky is especially blue, the floating clouds are like a leaf boat rippling in the Sky Lake, the delicate sunshine nestles beside my shoulder to dispel the cold of late autumn, and the camphor tree is becoming more and more energetic. The road is getting farther and farther, and the arms are getting sour, but I dont feel tired.