Time passes like a galloping horse, swiftly moving and never looking back.
The sky in Jiangzhou is always as blue as a mirror, clear and free of impurities, with white clouds like cotton mingling in the blue canvas, gently and distantly like a child's purest dream.
A continuous rain has cast a shadow over the city, with fewer pedestrians on the streets, the rising seawater has flooded nearby fishing villages, causing severe losses for the fishermen who rely on fishing for their livelihood, expressing their grief during interviews with tears streaming down their faces, hoping the government can help them.
