The pitter-patter of autumn rain taps on the bluestone slabs, which exude beads of water, reflecting uneven silvery gloss. The misty rain obscures the distant mountains and rolling slopes. The village is quiet, with occasional barks of dogs and chicken clucks floating from the thickets. The air is steeped with the fragrance of soil and grass, permeating the surroundings of the dwellings.

The society we live in seems to revolve around money.

终于稍微停顿了下来，过去很长一段时间为了追求想要追求的，奔波不停，稍有空余，便又进行了一下静静的思考，记录如下。

大家好，我是来自NewAirDropS 社区 的 撸大发。

大家好，我是来自NewAirDropS 社区 的 撸大发。

大家好，我是来自NewAirDropS 社区 的 撸大发。

大家好，我是来自NewAirDropS 社区 的 撸大发。