Red Seal Handbook
Red May? In the May when the scythe is sharpened in the May when the hammer is smashed in red, dancing the last breeze of spring and letting the sunshine open the prelude of the laborers? Let every wrinkle be planted with flowers, let every white hair be covered with medals, let spring kiss every blade of grass, let the horse's hooves ring the memories of the herdsmen? In this red May every note is a smile every blessing is an expectation
Sunshine girl? The flames are jumping, the bright colors are floating, the moment the dream flies, the moment the flowers bloom, the moment the Jincheng girl, your name is youth, your style is the world? Red thread? Holding the red thread of dreams hanging love red thread line albatross soul haunting dreams of whose home? The red thread of suffering is chained to the red thread of hope, leading to your footprints from the hometown to the distant.