Fallen Leaves Cover Chang'an

The autumn wind brings forth the Weishui River, and the fallen leaves cover Chang'an. However, the autumn wind brought only a salty smell; the piles of fallen leaves only brought a chilly feeling. Then, a cloud of dust blew up, obliterating all traces, and everything remained the same. A beggar will still beg for food, a debt collector will still collect debts, a pig killer will still kill pigs, and a murderer will still kill people. However, no matter what you do, it will always stir up a cloud of flying dust. Dance for you till the end of the world. Beauty can grow old in a blink of an eye, how can you and I let go of the grudges and grudges of several generations? The mountains are long and the rivers are vast. Do you know when you return to your dream that I am still quietly standing behind you? This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. The dispute in the rivers and lakes is a meaningless killing. When the sand and dust in the sky cover up countless fallen bodies, leaving only a faint winner like a gold rush, what they gain may only be endless fatigue, confusion and lost consciousness. In other words, no one can win. In this case, what is the world that we were so obsessed with? … The first few chapters of this article were written casually on the forum that year. I didn't pay much attention to the word count, so each chapter is shorter. Please forgive me. I can't find the loose manuscript for the moment... I'm too lazy to type the manuscript for now... I'm preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, so updates are slow...