The Pearl River grows warm as the seasons turn anew. Above the waters of Baie Tan, fireworks surge into the sky, bursting into ten thousand colors against the deep indigo night. Red like kapok blossoms setting the city aflame, gold like rippling rice ears, green like banyan shade spreading along the shore, purple like bauhinia clouds drifting in twilight. The fireworks cascade like a waterfall, reflecting with the scattered lights of boats on the river. Splendor scatters into a river of stars, sinking gently into Guangzhou’s old dreams.
