在灰色的三月,沉默的思绪在寒风中飘荡,仿佛时间凝滞,回忆闪烁。乖分开点湿润小核
作者:魏炎炳, 发布时间:2026-03-26 01:07:06
An autumn day and the first winter night in the high mountains: it is hunting season. The paths of animals and humans cross and fade away. Swathes of mist blur the boundaries between dream, imagination and reality.
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