There are several families living in the noisy streets and quiet alleys. Deep in the alleys.
Occasionally, the drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River passes by, and the water droplets patter on the stone slabs. The early morning mist spreads at the end of the alley, creating an ethereal tranquility.
In my opinion, all tranquility needs to be broken, so that there will be waves of the story.
It's like a stone thrown into this deep pool that is calm on the surface but turbulent underneath.
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