National Day arrived, and Peach Blossom Town was decked out with lights and decorations.
The trees were bedecked with red streamers.
This was the thirty-fifth National Day, coinciding with a round number, and the whole country was in high spirits.
The car drove into Peach Blossom Town.
The road was wide and straight, flanked by trees and flowers that exuded a vigorous vitality.
The most striking feature was the elegant and attractive two-story houses lining both sides of the road.
The walls were covered with white porcelain tiles, clean and bright.
Every household had a courtyard and a balcony.
Occasionally, one could see a dark-skinned old man lying on a lounge chair on the balcony, humming a segment of a traditional opera...
Their easy lives truly inspired envy.
Along the roadside, children carrying brand-new backpacks walked by; one held a pack of dry noodles, another clutched a spicy strip snack, and there was also one with a glass bottle of yogurt...
