Three Punches

At sunset, Songshan Col is bathed in the afterglow, and the melodious morning bells startle the birds perching in the forest. The stream is gurgling, green grass is swaying on the hillside, wild fruits are fragrant, and mountain flowers are gorgeous. The dogs jumped happily, the sheep strolled leisurely, the shepherd raised his whip and shook it gently, and a melodious folk song floated in the air and echoed in the valley. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.