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Midsummer warmly embraces this beautiful and gentle city
The soft wind affectionately blows the years in the streets and alleys
When a tree blooms, a season of swallows comes
A step, a bridge
A river, a touch of neon
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They are all the scenery we have experienced
The ignorant youth grows up through experience A beam of light
The shallow joy condenses into faith and responsibility over the years
The river flows quietly like the veins of the city
The green grass and flowers on the shore are overflowing with fragrance
The shades of trees stretch into the distance
We paddle the boat slowly on the blue waves
Occasionally egrets skimmed the water
The sparkling ripples under the hot sun
reflected our dark faces
Pedestrians and traffic are boiling under the hot sun
The noise creates a hot wave of air
We tramped the corners and alleys with our feet
The shadows in the sun gradually shortened and lengthened
The neighborhood changed its appearance
We smiled with red faces
asphalt under the scorching sun is like sweet black sesame candy
smoothes the road after all the wind The trauma of the rain
Our sweat dripped onto the ground
The road under our feet stretched flat into the distance
Connecting to our homeland or a foreign land
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The morning light is slightly chilly
The sky is like a light blue veil
The city slowly woke up
We began to dress her quietly
Sand, the sand was the friction between the broom and the ground
Along with the singing of birds and the chirping of cicadas
is just a cheerful piece of music
You come and go in a hurry in the face of the rolling heat wave
I met you on the hot road
A little further in, please close the car window
This is the ritual for me to greet you
Wave your hand, nod and smile
Safe coming and going is the best return gift you can give me
The sunset fades and night falls
The hot breath of the city is slowly becoming shallow
The lamp I just repaired also lights up
It is waiting quietly by the roadside when you go home
May you have hope in your heart and have stars in your eyes
Chasing the light and meeting it, walking in the light
Choose urban management So I chose to dedicate
which is full of rustic heat, and my back is scorching with the scorching sky.
I am exhausted and don’t know how hot it is, but it’s a pity that the summer is long.
This is the "heat" in our summer
Silently guarding your
The urban management people's burning
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