Chang'an I

I smelled the choking smell of wolf smoke again. I kept coughing, and the thick smoke forced tears out. The spit mixed with teardrops and fell on the barren land. I raised my head and stared hopelessly at a stream of black smoke that was swaying towards the sky. Each wisp was filled with despair, like the dance of a ghost girl that makes people dream of death, enchanting and absurd. In a blink of an eye, I came to the beacon tower, looked at the raging fire, and then jumped in without hesitation and was swallowed up by the heat. Trying to extinguish this inevitable fire with a ruined body. ---------------------------------- Old style, slightly cruel, sorry for the poor writing style. Conception: