Chang – as in the length of something long, Chun – as in the Spring Festival | Changchun

Snow falls on the bones of Manchukuo, and spring sprouts in the film studio 🌱 Old-fashioned trams roll over the twilight of Manchukuo, and the unfinished "A Lifelong Journey" sways in the tin carriages. Foreign buildings from the colonial era squat on both sides of Renmin Street, like a row of teeth crushed by the times, while the film of Changchun Film Studio is translating the scratches of history into light. Yuanshengju, with no lines during the May 1st holiday, has found a home for my taste buds. Once upon a time, there was a city, and in that city, there was a mountain, and in that mountain, there was the life of ordinary people. The newly popular check-in spot [This Mountain] has forcibly stuffed Chongqing Hongyadong into the mall! In Changchun, the sweetness of Russian bread suddenly collides with the sour and spicy taste of Korean cold noodles, and the roar of Jiefang trucks hides the turning sound of the Errenzhuan. When the FAW assembly line removes Soviet screws, the projector of Changchun Film Studio answers for the entire city: The romance of Northeast China is a plastic red rose blooming on the factory ruins of Tiexi District. Changchun