Life is actually like a play: you come to the stage in a hurry, and then choose to leave relaxedly or melancholy!
Sometimes I think it is more like a dream, there is...
One night in the spring of 2073, the moon was still shining coldly on a small village called Panzhuang on the plains of central Henan. The night was already very deep, and there were not many stars. The mottled branches were reflected in the moonlight and swayed slightly with the cold wind.
Compared with other surrounding natural villages, Panzhuang lags behind. The reason is that the village is located where many dead people were buried during the Anti-Japanese War, and there was also a plague. Many people died. Some people always say that they can hear the cries of female ghosts at night. Even at noon, you can see several people in white clothes wandering by the river and hillside with disheveled hair. Later, he said that he saw more and more people, saying that those people had no face...