Ask for a poem describing the pedestrian street in the city business circle.

Shops are lined up,

A dazzling window,

Pedestrian-shoulder to shoulder,

Street-no cars allowed!

Because this is a pedestrian street,

Only pedestrians can stop.

It gives us a sense of security,

Let's roam and shop freely.

There is no need to panic about speeding cars.

There is no pungent waste gas and oil stain.

I walked comfortably in this street,

I was accompanied by flower beds and green trees.

The business district is the facade of the city.

Pedestrian street is her dress.

When night falls and bright neon lights come on,

Reflect the countless figures flowing in the street.

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