Who is it. In the former "Ten Mile Ocean".
A trail of banknotes was scattered along the street.
Who is it. Opposite the Huangpu River in Shanghai.
Planted an onion and a head of garlic.
Plugged in a corkscrew.
A rice stick stood diagonally.
He also threw a baseball bat in his hand.
Along with a piece of eraser.
The eyebrows and mustaches are all together.
It's not good to talk about it.
There's a bit of clutter in the disorganization.
Graffiti-like impatience.
The canvas has not yet been laid.
Horizontal, vertical, and savage, it grows.
The wild vulgarity is unbearable.
Lujiazui became a filter.
The throughput is no longer authentic.
We can't say they're vulgar.
You can't spit on them.
It can't be called a great shore.
I can't look at the river and sigh.
It can't be regarded as a wonder.
It can't be mistaken for Nezha.
Do not press the shutter on them.
You can't pretend to be cute with your back to them.
It's just in the wrong place.
The crowd was too anxious.
The watch is so cramped.
When the sky is high and the clouds are light.
They seem insignificant.
When the galaxy is shining.
They are frantic and boisterous.
Sunrise and sunset. Dredgers coming and going.
The dredging is non-stop.
Don't even lift your head.
Staring straight at the river.
They became transparent.
The ground is full of grass, and it is lonely and self-admiring.
Gumei, Gumei.
Your name is "Rainbow".
Hongqiao Hongmei, Hongxin, Hongcao, Yao Hong......
Kangqiao, Yuqiao, Jinqiao, Guiqiao, Tilanqiao ......
Build a rainbow of bridges to discover beauty and create beauty.
Carry forward the past and the future.
The scalpel comes from time immemorial.
Microlasers come from antiquity.
Hyaluronic acid comes from the ancient Huangpu River.
Aesthetics come from 300 poems.