Once upon a time, heaven was like this: in spring, flowers adorn the green field like white clouds; in autumn, through the screen of maple leaves, one can see the colorful brilliance like flames flashing, wolves howling happily on the mountain, and the deer are silent. Quietly across the fields shrouded in autumn morning mist.
Climbing up the mountain along the trails, the beautiful scenery beside the road is pleasing to the eye, and countless birds are pecking and playing on the trees. Clean streams appear in front of us, shaded by greenery, sweet springs, spring is beautiful, but spring is short and fleeting, we should cherish it more.
Now, heaven is like this: in spring, the trees emit a disgusting stench, and the green leaves of the past have disappeared without a trace; Lost vitality, dying.
Climbing to the top of the mountain and looking around, the small trees on the side of the road have been poisoned to death by poisonous gas, the beautiful scenery has disappeared, the stream has turned black and smelly due to pollution, and everything is dead. Spring will come, flowers will bloom, but spring has gone through the baptism of winter, and the flowers have also experienced the misfortune of withering. The clarity of the situation no longer exists, but I believe that as long as we keep moving towards a higher realm, water will eventually be clear. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com