Walking along the beach in Kota Kinabalu, I saw a seaside market. I really liked the local market and ran over happily. The market's external test is selling fruit. I feel that Southeast Asians have the ability to make fruits very beautiful. Most of the fruits here are cheaper, but we just have enough to eat and pat around. On the other side of the market is the meat market, basically selling seafood. I am shocked when I get here. Compared with the small fresh fruit market, the seafood market is really lively and lively. Noisy, although it is dirty everywhere, but there is nothing stinking, it is estimated that the fish just returned to the sea. Everyone is screaming and screaming with incomprehensible language. This incomprehensible language has become a vivid melody in my ears. The sun slowly fell behind, the sea water shimmered, and it shined on every vendor. I felt that the kidneys were soaring. The messy market has a different kind of charm, as if the whirlpool of the broken life can be very exciting. The hot fish market looks out and sees the beautiful sunset.