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, which broke the silence of Wu Ming and ushered in the beginning of March 3. I haven't woken up in a daze's sleep, so I have a passion for welcoming March 3. Around ten o'clock, there was a trace of colorful clouds on the horizon, and we came to the main venue with a happy mood. What we see are bustling streets and busy vendors. At first glance, a sea of people. Everyone wears his own clothes, and the colors are colorful, forming a colorful world, just like a rainbow. Men and women, old and young, all kinds, filled the whole street. A gust of wind blew, and different smells came to the nose. Close your eyes gently and you will see delicious pictures, such as kebabs, grilled squid, roast chicken and stinky tofu. Everything, it's delicious in the world and delicious in the world. Walking at this brisk pace, with a happy mood, walking into the world of food and smelling different flavors is like walking into the world of food. It was getting dark slowly, and the wind blew like a naughty elf after touching a thick layer of dark clouds. As time went on, when the concert began, there was a hazy drizzle in the sky, wisps, strips and waves. Covering the whole world, our enthusiasm has not been erased, we don't care much, but. God is so heartless, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, and water droplets like beans are scattered into the earth one after another. Ruthless rain, heartless time and heartless world pushed us into the tent, but there was no choice. I sighed lightly. I looked at the rain with disappointed eyes, and I didn't know what it was like. Time waits for no one, it has been raining for a long time, and everything has passed. Thousands of bamboo dances and thousands of square dances are gone. Alas ~ helpless, we went home with regret. The wind blew regretfully, and everything seemed a little sad.