The warm winter sun is like the refreshing breeze of summer, making people feel very comfortable, warm and cozy, sitting there, reluctant to get up.
Find a good spot, bask in the sun all day, what more could one ask for?
In the mountains of the Northwest, all trees withered and flourishing, an air of desolate winter perfectly displayed in the endless deep forests.
For many people, they may never have visited such a place in their lifetime, but for some, the mountains and rivers here are destined to be remembered forever.
The narrow path between the woods, covered in dry grass, everywhere are leaves, trampled by the footprints of those who come and go.
A man in his thirties, with handsome features but a shabby beard, as if he hadn't washed his face or shaved for a month.
His cracked lips had turned into a thick white layer, his scarred arms supporting a walking stick, trudging along the footpath in the woods.
Carrying a yellow cloth bag, shriveled as if it contained nothing.
