Mountain after mountain, like endless undulating waves, stretches across this land in layer upon layer. Trees and plants grow in abundance, while the cries of birds and beasts echo through the hills. Wisps of cooking smoke drift from the heart of the mountains, curling through the mist and stirring up streaks of white light. Among the peaks, a boy sleeps on the grass. Beside him rests a basket of medicinal herbs, their faint scent drifting through the air and refreshing anyone who breathes it in. The boy looks frail, dressed in clothes that are thin and worn, but his features are delicate and refined, and he has a strong scholarly air. A small white jade gourd hangs from his neck, its translucent beauty quite captivating.
Hmm hmm hmm hmm
This is the first time I see such an idiot protagonist.
Not bad, haha
Very good, it seems to have a sense of inclusion