At half past five in the morning, my little girl and I went out for a brisk walk.

The city in the early morning is much quieter than usual. The sun came out and everything was clear and bright. Fortunately, the sun is not hot yet, and there is still a little coolness around. Occasionally, a breeze blows, which makes me refreshed.

There aren't too many cars in the street, so it's hard not to be crowded. Breakfast shops open early in the street, and cleaners are still cleaning. The rest are still active, that is, people who get up early to exercise-walking, running, boxing ... Most of them are in their thirties.

Perhaps China people still pay more attention to health care for the elderly than to fitness when they are young. In other words, young people are more inclined to go to the gym than to get up early.

Follow our usual route, along the river to the seaside. The temperature is acceptable, cicadas haven't started business yet, and the quiet air in the morning is fresh. Flocks of dragonflies are flying overhead. I wonder why they didn't stop at the top of the tree. I remember when I was a child, dragonflies stopped everywhere, with red, yellow, green and blue colors. Is it evolution now? Just keep flying around, and the color seems to be mostly yellow.

It seems that the skill of catching dragonflies with bare hands practiced since childhood can't be displayed in front of chicks. The martial arts requirements of leaping into the air to catch one are too high, so my old man thinks about it or forget it.

The grass on the roadside is wet, and the dew on the grass leaves reflects the sun and shines. Willow branches and leaves are about to hang down, and the leaves show a vibrant green in the sun. The morning glory, which likes to bloom in the morning, is in full bloom, and a flower shines from the climbing branch here, revealing the little face there.

The river flows quietly, and occasionally one or two old people sit quietly fishing. The silent picture was suddenly broken. It was one or two waterfowl that suddenly flew out of the dense reeds in the river. I guess there must be a nest among the reeds.

This road is in a familiar place, and you will meet some stray cats who have become friends. There is a kind of civet in Lunan. She always washes her face carefully in the morning. When we met today, she was sitting by the river. I gave her a meow and she gave me a meow. "Did you get dressed today? See you later! " I walked past her with a smile.

There are generally three cats, a little black cat and two Xiaohua Mall in the northern section of the road. Someone put a box on the side of the road with some rice in it. Generally speaking, all three of them were having breakfast when we met. I didn't see Xiaohe this morning, only two flowers. I like to see their faces best. Facing me, a white flower with a white background and a black flower with a white background really match. As usual, after meowing, we moved on in their eyes.

Every day, I look around for cats, meow and say hello, and then talk to them. The chicken just smiled and listened. Judging from her behavior, she is as old as my mother.

There is a morning market near the next road. Seafood and vegetables, breakfast fruits and even clothes are sold. Generally, at this stage, you will meet many middle-aged and elderly people who come back from the morning market with big bags and small bags. Although it is separated from the morning market by a river, it is full of fireworks.

At the end of our trip-the park, it will be very lively, and there will be many more people exercising in various ways than those running or hiking in the street. Runners, walkers, rope jumpers, dog walkers, cyclists, tai chi sword dancers ... some lose weight with their stomachs, and some build tight muscles. Familiar places will also see familiar faces and hear familiar tunes-yes, flute and saxophone will be played in the morning.

Physical and mental pleasure!

"Hey? The flute didn't ring, and the saxophone didn't sound? " I looked around strangely.

"Today is Sunday, have a rest." The chicks who get kicked up by my big feet every morning seem to know them better.

We didn't stretch our muscles for two minutes, but the familiar saxophone sounded, and we continued to conquer the Heavenly Road, still breaking the sound at the high notes ... The familiar feeling came back, as if it were complete this morning.

The sun rises higher and higher, the sunshine is more and more dazzling, and the temperature is getting hotter and hotter. I'm just stretching my muscles. I'm sweating all over. Go home after detoxification.

This time on the other side of the river, I can't see the cat. It's hot, and cicadas start to do business desperately, screaming at the top of their lungs, which makes me upset. It's another hot day. I haven't run yet.

My ears are full of cicadas, and my neck is sour, but I can't find it. I wonder how those who stick cicadas with long poles find them. There are longicorn beetles, scarabs, snails and other kinds of insects on the tree. The chicken was dragged by me to look at this bug for a while and that bug for a while. These modern children can't see anything except mobile phones, and their fun is entirely out of nature.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the true colors of the city gradually emerged during the day. The streets began to be busy and noisy, and people of all colors took to the streets and began to run wildly. An ordinary and busy day has begun again.