When we reach a bottleneck, looking back may be the way to go. When all the eccentric, sentimental, sincere, helpless, creative slices of this land are mixed together, they show their romantic feelings and vitality, a haziness that cannot be accurately described in words, and a multitude of symbols that reveal the absurdity disguised underneath the seriousness. The factories and the people, like a red flower, testify to the existence of a once hot era and a land that will disappear, even if they will no longer have a place in memory.

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