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A thick layer of loess covered the young man. As the wind came quietly, it turned into a small hill. From a distance, it looked more like a tomb covered with weeds. The young man struggled to break through the thick loess. He tried his best to break through the loess with his hands and saw the light... It turned out that there were no flowers blooming on the other side, and there were no stars rippling through the universe. Everywhere he looked, it was pitch black, it was darkness... He looked up at the sky alone. His eyes were filled with memories, recalling the stories of everything that had happened to him. The pictures kept playing in his mind until they disappeared into the distance... Dusk is always short and fleeting, and beauty will eventually slip away from people's fingertips. It turns out that beauty needs to be grasped by oneself...