Red doors, iron curtains,
Signs of various colors.
There is nothing more commercial than this logo.
A dazzling array of goods,
Crowded the streets.
People who buy new year's goods,
Roll like a wave.
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Layers of waves remind people of traffic,
When I think of cars driving around the world,
Think about the places where cars touch,
Thinking about the goods and vegetables brought in,
Infiltrated the commodity consciousness,
Think of the pastoral style influenced by commodity consciousness.
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Fresh vegetables,
A dazzling array of goods,
Can't hide the passage of time.
Shops stand on the street,
Lively and unified attitude and own way.
I stared at a shop,
You will vaguely hear the sound of bargaining.
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A straight street,
How many alleys will be derived in the future?
I don't know,
It will take me back to my hometown,
Will stay in my dreams.
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I was standing in the street,
Let me get back to reality,
Back to hawking,
I started shopping for new year's goods,
I'm carrying a heavy bag,
Walking in the cool wind.
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My father met me on the street corner,
Father is old,
I'm getting old,
He and I are mirror images of each other.
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I feel my appearance is getting old.
The indescribable passage of time.
I walk slowly.
Sometimes look at the shops on the roadside,
Sometimes look at the traffic conditions,
Sometimes you just walk aimlessly.
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I'm standing on high,
Overlooking the street, the street is very long.
My vision is limited,
In the distance, all the way to the east,
The direction in which the sun rises.
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Years grow old with the passage of time,
Streets prosper or decline with the years,
The business atmosphere here,
And the smell of earth,
In that tall chimney of the cement plant,
The smell of burning is everywhere,
Diffuse, turbid, and extensive.
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The streets here are simple,
But not dead.
However, I am walking on this street.
Full of awe,
I can only pay attention to it in distant land.
(from the network)