Qiu Shenyun, Class 605, Beigang Primary School, Tongxiang Experimental Primary School Education Group? Instructor: Tang

On Saturday, I was playing in the riverside square when I heard someone shouting. I couldn't help walking over and saw a classmate in grade three or four selling old toys, so I came up with the idea of practicing stalls on a whim, which was "recognized" by my mother and passed.

The next day, I packed my things and called my best friends Shen and Zhang Danyang to set off for Binhe Square. At this time, it is dusk, and the afterheat of the sun has not disappeared during the day. Cicada is crying in despair in the tree. I hid under the air conditioner all summer. How can I stand this hellish torture? After a while, I was sweating all over, and then I looked at Shen and Shu Danyang. Things are not much better than me.

People come and go in an endless stream, but few people can come to see it, and even fewer people really want to buy it. All we can do is sit there. Finally, God helps those who help themselves. The long wait was not in vain. Someone is coming. When he was about to approach, he turned a corner to talk business with Shen. The opportunity to make money just vanished in an instant. I'm not the only one suffering. Shen Zheng is suffering from a crisis of bargaining. He shook his head as if he were choosing between waiting and losing money. It seems that he can't stand waiting and sells his toys. Then, a group of onlookers crowded in, pointing east and west, commenting one after another, with derogatory and positive comments. During the discussion, a mother and son came to my booth, picked and looked, and finally asked about the price. I was overjoyed and quickly took the opportunity to sell. Finally sold two pieces. The first bucket of gold was in my pocket, and I felt indescribable pride, pride, excitement and joy ... Then, Shen came back to business, but Danyang knocked over the jealousy jar and told the buyer about the quality problem. Shen Tianming said incoherently, "Too wicked, too wicked ..." They quarreled and everyone broke up.

The next day, I still came to set up a stall. Luckily, I sold four toys in a row, with a good record, but I was bitten by mosquitoes and itched badly.

On the third day, nothing was sold, but it was caught in the rain. ...

After this life experience, I learned about the hardships of some small traders and tasted the ups and downs of life: how can I see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? If I have time in the future, I intend to continue this stall.