On March 3rd, the festival of Zhuang people, Wu Ming should be the most lively. Thousand people bamboo dance, thousand people martial arts, thousand people square dance. Bullfighting. Outside the window, the sky is still hazy, and the horizon is wrapped in layers of thin silk clothes. I think of a clear cock crow in the sky, breaking the quiet Wu Ming and welcoming the beginning of March 3. I haven't woken up in my misty sleep, so I have a passion for welcoming March 3. At about ten o'clock, the horizon touched a trace of colorful clouds, and we came to the main venue with a happy mood. What we saw was the bustling streets and lively vendors. At first glance, there were a sea of people. Everyone wore their own clothes and the colors were colorful, forming a colorful world, just like a rainbow. Men and women, old and young, all kinds, crowded the whole street. A gust of wind blows, and different aromas come to my nose. When I close my eyes gently, I can see pictures of delicious food, such as roast lamb kebabs, grilled squid, roast chicken and stinky tofu. There are all kinds of things, which are simply delicious in the world and delicious in the world. Walking at this brisk pace, with a pleasant mood, entering the world of food and smelling different flavors is like entering the world of food. It's getting dark slowly, and the wind blows like a naughty elf after touching a thick layer of dark clouds. As time goes by, at the beginning of the concert, the sky is flying with hazy drizzle, wisps, strips and waves. Covered the whole world, our enthusiasm has not been wiped out, we don't care much, but. God is so heartless, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and drops like beans are scattered into the earth one after another. Ruthless rain, heartless time, and heartless world push us into the tent, but with no choice, I sigh lightly. I look at the rain with disappointed eyes, and I don't know what feelings it is in my heart. Time waits for no one, it rained for a long time, and everything has passed. Thousands of bamboo dances, thousands of martial arts and thousands of square dances are gone. Alas ~ helpless, we went home with regret. The wind is blowing regretfully, and everything seems a little sad.