Poems of commercial prosperity in small towns

BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away.

The luxurious carriage is full of fragrance. The melodious sound of the phoenix flute echoed everywhere, the moon like a jade pot gradually tilted westward, and the fish dragon lantern danced all night. The beautiful woman wears bright ornaments on her head and walks with the crowd, smiling and smelling.

There are more sentences describing the business prosperity of small towns. Streets crisscross, eaves face each other, business trips gather, restaurants stand on both sides of the avenue, willow colors are like clouds, tung flowers are in full bloom, apricot trees are burning, and peach trees are embroidered. There are many workshops, Jin Fei Shili Gallery, a fishing song, and the carved beams and painted buildings are endless. The river near the gallery is quiet and blue, and the long bank of green willows is tall and spacious, with lights hanging high, colorful embroidery full of doors, ambiguous tunes and rich wine fragrance. When the lights are on, the gold powder is brilliant. Drunken with money, the piano is decadent, and the spring breeze is ten miles in the Peach Blossom House. There are countless fairy dances in Qionglou Yuyu.