All the things that happened in the past hundred years were like falling peach petals, sliding past Xie Bai's eyes one after another, disturbing his sight.
Then the wind stopped and the trees were quiet.
The dust has settled and everything is clear.
The people under the tree are still standing under the tree, and the people in front of the door are still leaning against the door.
I know that you have seen famous mountains and rivers, but I am just a low green mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. But the boat weighs more than ten thousand, but the green mountains are still there.
The first part was quite good, but there was a section in the middle that I felt uncomfortable reading, so I abandoned the article for a while before finishing it.