A short sentence praising Xiamen

1. If I were a composer, I would use notes to convey the endless waves in Xiamen. If I were a painter, I would paint the charming scenery of Xiamen with a brush. If I were a poet, I would express my infinite affection for Xiamen with poetry.

The night view of Xiamen is like a dreamland, fascinating and fascinating. Everything is so poetic ... the sky in Xiamen is the most versatile child I have ever seen. Sometimes he is dark and obscure because he is unhappy, and sometimes he laughs like a flower when he is praised. Sometimes quiet and gentle like a sensible lady, sometimes noisy like a naughty urchin. I only have one hand to make up for heaven, and so does the Eighth Route Army in Fujian today.

3. The old base is still there, and the heroes are remembered under the Sunlight Rock. All-powerful town Haitao, command if the clouds are high.

4, the insects and sand cranes are sometimes exhausted, and the righteousness cannot be scoured. Rites, music, clothes, culture, Confucius and Mencius.