Withered vines and old trees, ancient roads with yellow sand, and the setting sun like blood.
The bleak cold wind is like thousands of sharp knives, using the earth as a chopping board and all living beings as fish and meat...
(This is a work that integrates the masterpieces of famous artists. It is just for laughs. It was written when I was young, so readers do not need to delve into it. I believe that with your discernment, it is easy to guess what the original text is)
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