The Pursuit of Rebirth

The weather is getting hotter. If it hadn't been a stormy night, I'm afraid the wind would have been hot at this moment. The mountain road is winding, and the pine forest stretches past the car window and spreads out. Winding and quiet, it covers the sky. When Ziyou was a child, she always wondered, did the covered sky hold any secrets? Until now I haven't found the answer I want. The rapid wind, carrying the fragrance of earth, rushed in through the half-open car window. My thoughts, which were dizzy with the smell of mutton, became clearer. Looking at the familiar scenery in the distance, I fell into deep thought again. Time is like that river. What it washes away is not memories, and what it leaves behind will not leave any traces. Looking back, everything is the same, but everything is different. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.