You are standing on a street corner in Shanghai, with a mottled ancient alley on one side and a beautiful Western dance hall on the other.
The dark railway tracks built on the newly paved road led the trams, which were no longer rare, to rumble by. The piercing whistle of the tram warned the crowds blocking the road. You shuddered in shock and suddenly came to your senses.
It turns out that you were fascinated by the posters on the wall of the Western-style restaurant.
The person on the poster seems familiar, and it must be the beauty in the peach moon that I occasionally got at home.
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