Small Town Breeze Modified Full Version

The setting sun is far away, outside the sparse forest, half of the autumn mountains are covered with the setting sun. This is probably the charm of ancient poetry. I have spent my whole life unable to describe the scenery in words. The ancients have already outlined it in these few sentences. In fact, we do not need to listen to other people's stories all the time. We ourselves are a story and are already beautiful and moving, so why should we envy other people's stories? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.