There are not many people on the Bund in late autumn.
I walked slowly, looking at the melancholy boundless sea, leaning on the sand under my feet, wandering along the shore.
Looking at the seaside, listening to the sound of waves crashing on the shore, sometimes agitated and then as calm as a mirror. At this time, the sun had quietly set, and there was a fiery afterglow in the sky, which almost burned my eyes. It's a pity that it finally faded into darkness.
There was a moment when I just felt so beautiful. It was so beautiful that I wanted to take a camera and record this fleeting moment, which brought me infinite expectations.
A collection of novellas and occasionally short stories.
Intention: Rather than saying long live the emperor, it would be better to say long live the river.