Red is like blood boiling overnight.
Illuminate the dead and budding days on the Christmas tree
Life is like flipping a coin.
The dullness of the past disappeared on the back of the field of vision.
Tonight I name this city in the name of joy.
Our souls will all return to the body.
In this age of triviality and mediocrity.
The music festival is our last collective counterattack.
Overflowing blessings spread a thick layer on the mailbox.
It will turn into snowflakes and fly to the north and south of the river.
In the eyes and hearts of relatives and friends
It takes a whole winter to melt slowly.
Warm, warm
Strangers on the bus
If you can't stand still, lean on me.
Happiness is so crowded that traffic jams often occur.
Music fountain is the mood of Tianyi Square at the moment.
The church bells are jumping on countless toes.
Lasting for a long time
This passage has also become its small ripple.