The long river on the land is spread on the ground like silver satin. The old fishermen on the boat splash golden powder on the river bank in order to let the birds lurking in the water peck. The tube tower is enough to accommodate a hundred people, and the golden roses that never fade. In this world of long nights, welcome to the black land.
Xia Ming once had a dream. The dream was very strange, with things in it subverting each other and accompanied by absurd logic, but he didn't care until he became a part of the dream...
(The above is a new copy and has nothing to do with the previously published text)
Purpose: We are all the victims of this era