suibianwielder

Chongqing is a city of fog, surrounded by mountains and rivers, its skyscrapers and green mountains are like a reinforced concrete forest. The fog that shrouds her after the rain also added a sense of mystery, the light rail flying along the eaves and walls comes and goes freely through the forest, echoing along with the Yangtze River, over and over again, rushing endlessly. They said, "Come and tell us, what's good about your hometown." This question stumped me when it was asked. In with my limited words, I really don't know how to describe the place I grew up in. My hometown, How can I introduce you?  I grew up on the bank of the Yangtze River, where the two rivers nurtured us. The people of Chaotianmen (朝天门) , lean on the stone steps and watched the two rivers meet, half green and half red . In the distance, the troops of Bangbangjun (棒棒军) are already busy with sweat, The ropeway across the river is full of young people going to work. They are in a hurry, eating b