Every time I see the setting sun, the image of the shady mountains and the setting sun like blood always comes to my mind. On October 15th, there was still endless white snow on the top of Yinshan Mountain. Under the rays of the setting sun, three people stood side by side on the top of the mountain. The three of them stood facing the setting sun, letting the afterglow of the setting sun envelope them and letting the cold wind hurt them. Their clothes whistled in the mountain wind, but the bodies of the three of them never moved, as solid as a rock.
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