"Quick, quick, quick, let's go up the mountain to see, the scenery up there is magnificent."
"Don't go up the mountain, don't go up the mountain, there are too many people up there, you won't stand a chance, and you'll break into a sweat."
"Fireworks over the water? How are they setting these off?"
"Outside, thousands of homes are illuminated, fireworks are dazzling, and our competitors on both sides are also in full swing..."
The river wind is vast, but the surface of Jianghuai Ze is as calm as a silver mirror.
The ground is brightly lit, dimming the stars, while the circular cloth shadow on Yingchun Building shines brilliantly. Xu Zishuai's commentary is enthusiastic and passionate, as chrysanthemum-like fireworks bloom in the night sky, illuminating both the sky and water in orange, and the burning scorched petals drift down like sparking florets.
Thousands of lights shine from tree branches, opening seven branches of fiery blossoms.
