In the peak season of 2010, Xia Jiangyu came all the way from the north to Jingfu. There was an endless stream of people between the stations. It seemed like the world was in a trance. There was green rain in the city, and the umbrella-carrying He Zongong held up a room of warm sunshine from the north to the south.
Intention: The world is so big, even the wind blowing over you thousands of miles away