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Night Walking Snack Street Prose
Living in Hohhot for a long time, but never really get to know the city. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time or a bad time.

Recently, I went out for something, and when I came back, it was nearly nightfall. I'm going to go back to the house, and my partner said he wanted to go see the snack street. This is not my intention, but it is not good to lose face with him, so I went with him.

In my imagination, the snack street here is also a long time, and no one has ever been. But after arriving, I was staggered, there are a lot of people, hustle and bustle. Do not feel to see the human form, are the head. Walking in the middle, shoulder to shoulder, can not be fast, can not be slow. And on both sides of the street are distributed all kinds of stores, each store in front of a crowded group of people, so lively.

In order to attract the parade of passers-by, the stores have put on the stereo, there are powerful songs, there are also yelling, the sound is not too big, this side of the singing, the other side of the yelling, and so the noise, crowded. My partner often come here, already accustomed to, this side to see, that side to go. And I am kind of new here, a little unaccustomed to it, I think it's noisy. Just follow the people, slowly moving.

The people holding the child, holding the little hand, there are also such a lonely wandering. This is how the whole street is filled with people of all shapes and sizes. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but I'm not sure what I'm looking for," he said. And the two sides of the street are also very cooperative, yelling, selling, cajoling, wandering . The people were endless. Looking back, behind me is already black, look down, but also just a pair of shoes, brushed to one side.

On both sides of the stores are snacks, there are clearly marked price of all kinds of string; color and aroma with the small fried roast meat; more exotic fruits. Take out a feeling very appetizing, and gather here together, I have difficulty mentioning appetite. Street corner of a "pop, pop" into the ear, look back, a small bowl smashed wall of "wrestling bowl of wine" smashed in the face of the World Cup star. I don't like soccer too much, I don't know these stars, just some of them have been broken.

The frying, cooking, chopping and axe chopping is like a hell on earth, but there is a constant stream of them. Followed the crowd walked and watched, always with a heart of fear, not a moment, I do not know where will be a series of strange sounds, caught off guard is to be someone else's foot. Unconsciously also walked out, this time I was a little hungry, this does not compete with the stomach, although I do not want to eat, but can not stand the temptation. A friend said this piece of an oat noodle fish is good, (oat noodle for the northern specialties, can only steam, can not be boiled. With hot and cold soup, is coarse grains), in fact, I do not like to eat oat noodles, partner recommended, said very good to go to see see. Waiting for a long time, also ate this special fish roe, feel okay.

I do not want to return to the original way, another new path. This is a street full of lanterns, the side of a signboard "guess the lantern riddle", feel very interesting, the joy is exposed. My friend is not interested, walking fast, I saw a few fans, but also did not drag on the go, there are not many people here, there are a few children I guess think the lights look good, just play underneath. Most people see the food as more meaningful than the traditional lantern riddles, that is, I'm such idle people will look at this. Slightly strike ......

The way back is a dark path, between the leaves of the trees hiding a few dim street lamps, listless to the passer-by's silhouette pulled a long, long, as if to leave tourists figure. Scattered a few people walking unhurriedly, the distant yelling is also a long time.