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The weather in late autumn is a bleak and depressing scene.
The golden dead leaves fell from the treetops, some drifted far away, and some fell to the ground quietly.
In the west wind, a touch of hongxia shines on this ancient road.
The ancient road is deserted and silent, with only sunset and west wind: cold, depression and dead leaves. There are more than a dozen poplars with bare branches, struggling in the west wind. This situation can really make an emotional person sigh, feel sad, hurt, sad, and burst into tears.
However, what is more unbearable to shed tears is a sudden sigh that comes with the west wind. This sigh is extremely slight, but it contains infinite unpredictable things. No one can tell what it is, but it is sad to hear it. ...
Suddenly, the west wind came again, with a slow and slight hoofbeat.
With the hoofbeat that broke the silence, one person and one ride gradually appeared in the distant curtain of the ancient road.
West wind, and sent a song:
"Dead vines, old trees, black crows.
Bridges, running water, people.
The ancient road is westerly and thin.
When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. "
The song is a little intermittent, perhaps because of the west wind, which can spread far and wide and the words are very clear.
But sad, desolate, more. ...