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In winter in this city, it will never snow heavily, nor will it feel biting cold. People in the street are always chatting with their companions on various topics with great interest, making various gestures from time to time, and showing their hands that are not frozen red and without gloves.
Their smiling faces pieced together into a desolate joy in this unknown city.
Every winter morning, the park is always crowded with old uncles and old ladies in thin clothes. They almost only wear a thin sweater. In this deep winter, they danced with the old songs of their favorite era, and there were laughter from time to time. They danced in front of the desolate monument to the people's heroes in the park. The black-and-white dignified faces of the martyrs above are so solemn and stirring, watching the old people beating happily, and their laughter is accompanied by the unique sense of vicissitudes of the old people. In the photos, they can't see whether they are sad or serious, and they are more and more solemn and more pale.
Fish playing by the river in the park, rusty iron marks on the fence, people's happy and flawless faces, floating and shuttling, quietly evolving their tiny warmth.
At the same time, every stall in the vegetable market, large and small, is filled with all kinds of fresh …