Wild town. The mountains are chapped, like the face of an extremely old landowner. The ravines are deep and shallow, and it seems that you can never get out. Although the grass is not strong and the wormwood is only half a foot high, there are many birch trees. The birch trees were very loud when the wind blew, much like the cries of many babies, or the laughter and curses of many ghosts. However, everything is gone in winter. The leaves are swept away by the wind, leaving only the branches intertwined like guns and sticks and the gray sky above.