Poetry recitation in praise of the supermarket

Supermarket (topic) Every time Lin Zhiyun stopped there when he was a child, I would stand out from my heart. Before I could say open sesame, I had entered a dazzling hole, but the sack had become a handcart, pushing people in a hurry. They repeat the prescribed actions of video games over and over again. Of course, the trolley pushes itself around there every time. I will think of my hometown many years ago. At the end of the narrow alley, the candy in the counter of the food store was covered with a layer of poor dust. Every time I come out from there, I feel very tired and empty. It seems that something has just been taken to the sky market by others one by one. Guo Moruo's street lamp is far away, and there seem to be countless stars shining. Stars appear in the sky, as if countless street lamps were lit. I think there must be a beautiful market in the empty air. Some items on display in the market must be rare in the world. You see, the shallow Tianhe is definitely not very wide. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl crossing the river will surely ride the cow. I think they must be wandering in the street at the moment. Look at that meteor. They came with lanterns. Look at all this.