A fine紊 breeze softly blows in the冀 sky, and the majestic咆 lion king of the desert roars. Its mane ripples with every细 grain of sand, a壬d the scene is pure wild beauty.
[I walked through the old alley at dusk, and the faint street lamp’s light made the old walls’ shadows seem to whisper the long-gone stories that never really left.],