The market life in a small county town is a way of life full of fireworks in the world. Here, people live an ordinary and real life and enjoy the beauty of life.
In the morning, when the morning light is slightly dewed, the small county town begins to be lively. The wet market is bustling with stalls full of fresh ingredients. People come in an endless stream to buy and prepare three meals a day. Food stalls in the streets and alleys are also set up one after another, and the aroma is overflowing, attracting passers-by.
In the afternoon, the sun shines on the streets, covering the small county town with a layer of golden brilliance. Pedestrians on the streets stroll leisurely, or chat or shop, enjoying a leisurely afternoon. Some of the old people sat in front of the door, basking in the sun, their faces filled with satisfied and serene smiles.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun turns the sky orange-red. The lights of the streets gradually come on, illuminating the night. People who got off work went home one after another, vendors began to clean up their stalls, the hustle and bustle gradually dissipated, and the small county town returned to tranquility.
This is the market life of a small county town, without gorgeous appearances and spectacular scenes, but with a plain and real daily life. Here, life is like a cup of tea, although it is light, but it has a deep taste and infinite warmth.