February 19 Sunday cloudy

There is a moving community downstairs of my grandmother's house.

In the morning, the whole world is clear and bright, and the sun shines gently on everything through the faint fresh fog, which has a pleasing feeling. Everything starts, wakes up, sings, makes noise, and talks. Many people come to the community to exercise, including adults, children and the elderly. They practice their favorite sports and add endless fun to the community.

At noon, the sun was blazing and there was no wind. The original cool community became hot in the sun, and there was no vitality at all. Cicada chirped, and everyone hid in the room to enjoy the coolness brought by air conditioning.

In the evening, the sun sets slowly from the west, emitting the last rays of soft light, and the slight cool breeze takes people to the community to chat and take a walk.