.
Dusk flooded the lake.
The withered vines nestled on the shoulders of the old tree.
Xiaoya squatted on the tree.
Count the autumn
.
Smoke comes out of rivers and lakes.
Fly away with the west wind
.
A small bridge is a branch of an ancient road.
Running water passes people.
The sunset sleeps in the middle of the lake.
The day is over.
The little crow flew away
There is only one person left in the world.