The vast morning fog covers the eyes and swallows the mountains, and the morning is busy with agriculture and animals; The mountain breeze is coming, the fog is dispersed, and the flowers are killed.

Thousands of feet of red dust are entangled, and the mountains are faint with a smile. I was surprised that the twilight was getting late, the scenery in the village was intense, and the fiery red leaves ignited the mountains; Brilliant grain bases are stacked all over the field.

Pastoral songs, insects chirping, drums, and people...... The village is thriving!

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