Dragon Soul Evil Shadow

Although speechless, it is not silent. The rushing waterfall is its earth-shattering roar; the gurgling stream is its beautiful piano voice; the gurgling spring is the display of its beautiful singing voice; the roaring pines are the mountain's protest against the raging wind; the crisp ticking is the mountain's record of the passing years. Stepping on the moon without a trace, ripples rippled in the river. The middle-aged man standing on the boat stood tall, stroking his beard with one hand and admiring the beautiful scenery between the mountains and rivers. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant on the shore. In the past twenty years, everything in the rivers and lakes has changed. Just like his name, it has been forgotten by people, but he doesn't care at all, because those famous reputations will only make you more troubled.