The sun sank inch by inch, and a large fiery red cloud formed on the horizon.
Like the blood spattered in the flames of war, or the glory laden on the bright red flag after victory, it suddenly breaks into people's eyes without any discussion.
Then the red gradually faded away, replaced by a quiet blue, from shallow to deep, accompanied by moonlight or starlight, bright neon lights lit up in the city, and one or two dog barks came from the countryside from time to time, and everything returned to calm.
A huge change is not like the rising sun in the morning, but more like the setting sun in the evening, using up the light and heat of many people to burn the backward, decaying, dying, and struggling things and dye them red. As time goes by, this piece of red and the things behind it will be gradually forgotten by people. People only love the clean and peaceful world they have.
Then why, and why should I use up my last light and heat, just to provide a clean and peaceful world to those who are destined to forget me?
"Some things must be done by someone." The old man sat on a wicker chair and stared into the distance with slightly cloudy eyes.
"Some sins have to be atoneed for."
Tips:
1. Just read the copy, I don't know what I want to express [spread hands].
2. Xie Ling attacked Jiang Yeshou. Although I don't think you're on the wrong team
3. A new addition is online. I hope you all like it.