The wind gently swept across the earth, blowing the straw roofs on the edge of the village, bringing a hint of coolness in the morning. The sun shines through the clouds on the land, illuminating the farmland and creeks, as if the whole world is shrouded in a soft glow. The morning in the town was as quiet and peaceful as usual, and the villagers started their day's work early. There is no fierce struggle, no mysterious conspiracy, just the continuous cycle of daily life and years.
