Writing Feedback / Descriptive writing : A street market in summer in a hot climate [4]

The street market was the apotheosis of all market, huge, standing to the sky for what look like eternity in all directions. I stepped outside into the porch and into the sun, I felt as if I had stepped bodily into an oven set to broil. The heat of the day was already bad, sapping any energy I had to spare, but stepping into the sunlight was far worse. The sun was so intense that I actually I looked at my own arm to see if my flesh was crisping under its relentless rays. I can't believe how unclean these streets are here, probably far worse than the outskirts of Africa. The ground sits low against the water, so whenever there is a storm , the lakes probably floods all the streets lining the shore with dirty, sewage-contaminated water. Every place was faded and pockmarked. As for me, I never liked the markets, as there are always crowds of people and an excess of noise. Each seller invites customers with loud slogans and advertisements about their products. I crinkle my nose at the smell ( smoky lanterns, grease ,sewage) then I realize, if I had to pass my test, I'll have to act like I am used to the smell. Parents were gripping a hold on their infant's hands, moving in all directions, pushing, shoving ; fearing that they might be separated and lost. Everything is changing, constantly shifting form. The deafening chaos did somehow kept sustained. One thing I awe of these places is how it exists despite the rapid information and technology development of out civilizations, fulfilling it's primary historical reason - the exchange of between buyer and seller.

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Undergraduate / Descriptive writing : A outdoor festival in winter in a cold climate [7]

Instructions:
For each of the following scenes, write a description paragraph, covering as many senses as possible. Think about your own experience in such events.

No wind, no cloud, just subzero temperatures. Piles of frosted brown leaves, innumerable flashing fragments shine in the brilliant wintry light. Even the leaf stems lie white and sharp. Ahead the path glistens like white quartz, yet ice crystals on concrete wall is all it is. All this beauty over everything dead.

Down below, the houses are empty, but the village is all alive, bustling with festivity, warmth and noise. People of all generations walk through the streets, clad their usual blue, fur-rimmed parkas and brown leggings. But tonight, they wear their headbands and sashes, which are painted with the bright colours of summer : Red, Green, Gold , Blue, Yellow, Crimson, Emerald and auburn.

The hustle and bustle of chatter, cheers of celebration ; tantalising smell of warm stew, fry meat, caramel desserts wafted the air. The village emitted golden glow. Tonight, a few hours, people can experience the joy that usually exists beyond boundaries of winter. The joy, the warmth, appreciating the warmth of the sun and it's blessing's of fire ; subsistence in the midst of the icy overcast.

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