Take my mother to travel to Wangfujing during the Spring Festival in Beijing. After I got off the plane and checked in at the hotel, my mother and I rushed to Wangfujing without stopping to feel the commercial street situated on the edge of the Forbidden City. As a matter of fact, the tourists of the busy Spring Festival were running shoulder to shoulder, and the subway was crowded with people. Looking at Chang'an Street reminds me of the magnificent momentum of the parade. Wangfujing Snack Street tried hard to squeeze in. After taking a photo with my mother, I rushed to Huguo Temple for snacks, but I, the northeastern people, could not accept that the fried sauce noodles had no other flavor except salty. It was absolute. When the red date cake came, I didn't know that there were industries beside Huo Yingdong and Li Jiacheng, so I felt a little sorry.