Crack the Sky

The old man dragged his old body to an abandoned palace. He stretched out his thin hand like a dead branch and pushed the dusty palace door hard. The palace door shook for a while, and dust mixed with snowflakes fell down. The old man couldn't help but cough. He ignored the cough and continued to increase his strength. The palace door creaked and opened, and what came into view was a dead acacia tree under the city wall. , A gust of north wind stirred up a sheet of wind and snow to cover the old man who was already lifeless. The wind and snow remain as before, the smile remains as before, the years are over, the past has returned to dust, and the magnificent life has come to an end. The last light shining out of the cloudy old eyes is looking back at one's own life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.