To city Builders:
When the sweat on the scaffold drips and hits the bluestone slab in the years, it is the soul of the city behind the prosperity
When the earth is sprinkled with a city night, in the blurred light illusion, how many people can feel your fatigue after busy.
When the city becomes a beautiful picture, how many people stay because of him. Who will look back and see that the painter of the picture has already turned green hair into white hair