C278 Back to the Dream of a Thousand Miles

The night was a bit hazy, and the water on the lake surface slowly turned black. It was so bright that it looked like a flowing night, and in the distance, there was even a little bit of afterglow from the blue sky.

On the already desolate night, the cold wind of autumn brought with it one or two disjointed croaks of frogs. The wind was soft and gentle, and in the middle of the night