Write an architectural composition of an immigrant cultural park.

It is not easy. There are many lights in the new office. It seems that turning on more lights has little contribution to "light pollution". On the wall, there is a banner "four places"-honest, dedicated and dedicated to the public ... Lao Li leans on the soft swivel chair, and he doesn't seem guilty about the layout of the new office. The function of the swivel chair is not wasted. He turned half a circle and faced the window. The city outside the window, tree-lined, straight, seems to have an eternal trend. People are people. Looking at something similar to yourself, you will learn to associate: isn't the building outside the window built bit by bit? The higher the building, the more houses you live in, which is convenient for everyone! It is not easy. What about me? Lao Li took a sip of Biluochun from his secretary. The tea leaves swam up and down and finally sank to the bottom of the cup. The cup reflected Lao Li's melancholy smile. My idea took off. I left politics at the age of 20. Hey, this way. After working as a deputy section chief for several years, he gets angry when he thinks about it. Wang Min, that bastard. Eating mine doesn't count, but it doesn't adjust me Fortunately, I "jumped ship" in time and found a new backer. Otherwise, at some point, that bastard is still drinking the Maotai I gave him! Yellow bureau is not a good thing either. Probably the "big official" who ate my savings for several years. Is it easy for me? Thinking of this, Lao Li sneered, fortunately, I pay attention to "accumulation", and the small ones don't go, and the big ones don't come! Imagine that my wife is a senior white-collar worker and my son is in the best middle school in this city. All this is not the result of my "spare no effort to soil, rivers and seas do not choose trickle". Can there be "running water" without opening canals? Lao Li sighed, maybe he really felt that he was not easy! Just say the old man didn't buy my account yesterday. The older ginger gets, the hotter it gets. I am "poor" for this promotion! Hey, it's so hard to be an official! Lao Li took a gulp of tea, which was a little bitter in his mouth. Suddenly, he thought of something. "Zi" swivel chair turned half a circle again. In front of the desk, Lao Li typed a few numbers neatly. "Hey, xiao zhang, what you said last time, I'll make a decision for you now. You come at noon. You know the rules. I can't ask for help either! ..... "In the office, the lights are still colorful, which seems to make Lao Li's" road to seeking an official "easier. Why, this light seems to be like his master-ah, it's not easy.