Essays on Demonstration Prose in Fashion Shop

They are models of fashion shops, with indifferent expressions, slippery and cold skin, no language, no walking, just standing quietly in the fashion shop.

Their gorgeous clothes set off their unique Leng Yan. The seasons are changing, so are clothes, skirts, jackets, suits or cotton-padded jackets ... but they have no idea about it, and they are still cold, with no traces of years on their faces, letting the seasons change silently and letting the clothes change silently.

Sometimes the door is crowded, sometimes the door is empty, customers come and go, people come and go. These customers are men, women and children, tall and thin, and so on. Some clothes are bright and greasy; Some are elegant and their brains are wide open; Some clothes are sour and cold, and their faces are gaunt; There are also some children who are either happy about the gorgeous and exquisite clothes they bought, or sad that their parents can't afford the pants with long brains ... Sometimes customers are surprised at the clothes they wear, sometimes they are picky, sometimes they are daunting, and sometimes they reach out and try to identify the clothes they wear more truly, and often touch their skin. But still unsmiling, with their own unique indifference to meet them.

Shopkeepers have changed one crop after another, who loses and who earns, never asks, and has no feelings for shopkeepers, let alone any requirements. After the inventory, the shopkeeper was either depressed because of poor sales or secretly pleased because he overcharged three or five buckets. And they, still standing indifferent, turned a blind eye to all this.

The couple in the shop next door quarreled again and even punched and kicked each other. This seems to have happened many times. It is said that it is because the man secretly raised a lover outside after he became rich. Paper can't wrap fire naturally. After discovering the husband's behavior towards his wife, quarreling and fighting became a common occurrence. Every time someone advises them, others are watching, but they still stay at home and let their ears be filled with cries and growls.

The shopkeeper directly opposite died. It is said that after the shopkeeper became rich overnight, he couldn't help it and quietly became addicted to drugs under the encouragement of a group of friends. Finally, on a silent night, the shopkeeper died of an overdose. When someone found him, the syringe was still quietly inserted in his arm. The funeral home car roared away, leaving a sigh. And they, still busy "reaching out and stretching their arms", cooperated with the shopkeeper to change clothes, and didn't even cast a little eye on the opposite side.

The "nail house" diagonally across the street was finally demolished, and it was forcibly demolished. On this day, a group of people in uniform suddenly fell from the sky. They drove the householder out of the house, and then brutally knocked down the old house with a bulldozer. After leaving a piece of rubble, they walked away, and the crying that broke the head of the household filled the street corner, leaving the anger or numbness of the onlookers all over his face. But they still show disdain, and don't even frown at the dust coming from their faces.

There was another car accident in the street not far away. A luxury car, with a drunken step, knocked down an old man who stumbled, and blood flowed all over the floor, long and straight to the door of the fashion shop. In this regard, they seem to be used to it, and they will not show any expression at all, let alone show great panic and so on. The driver of the car is a young man. In the face of angry questions, he proudly said his father's name, and then showed a cold face, just like their familiar expression.

The old man in rags came to beg again. The shopkeeper immediately raised his arm angrily and kept cursing him. The old man walked away with a blank face and a thin bamboo pole. The shopkeeper quickly returned to the counter, looked at the bills carefully and giggled at them. And they, without any response, even a faint smile or disdain.

The heavy dusk fell on this noisy city all day, and the lanterns in China flashed evenly. Not far from the ballroom, the dazzling neon lights also lit up with the deafening sound. The young man must be shaking his head again. And they are still standing in a unique posture, silent and silent, indifferent and lonely.

Time is still quietly passing, and people are still coming and going on the street, and the traffic is so busy. But they, as always, are indifferent, and let their gorgeous costumes record the changes of the years, which has nothing to do with complexity and desolation. ...

They don't care about the world, they don't remember the fleeting time, they don't know whether they are cold or hot, and they don't talk about depression. Perhaps, like us, they are members of this world stage and play a special role in the world of old age, illness, happiness and sadness; Perhaps, they are well aware of what is happening around them, but they look on helplessly and turn a deaf ear; Or maybe, we have been chasing disputes, accustomed to cheating, and sometimes even worse. ...