The city rises at dawn.

Jinhui, which has reached the top of the mountain, prides itself on its impressive architecture.

The market is a riot of colours.

The children tied the dragon to the grass, followed by a colorful dragon.

In autumn, children fly over the grass and land peacefully.

Customers stood by kiosks, lots of food, lamps and streets.

Women filled small pavilions with shovels and snow-covered buildings.

When the audience sits in the front row, the lights come on,

I saw the sun at home.

Through the dark forest, clouds drift mysteriously and quietly over the mountains.

In the rain of the emerald forest, the river pours down like a dream.

Cloudless rain dries the forest, cold green leaves, rivers die, peace.

The man running in terror on the U-train was very frightened.

The train is derailed and the lights are sparse.

There was an energy to these guys running around the subway station in their uniforms.

She looked out of the window. The Windows are red and beautiful inside and out.