At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree entangled with dead vines, emitting a shrill wail.
The water flowed under the bridge and smoke curled up from the houses beside the bridge.
A skinny horse trudged forward on the ancient road against the west wind.
The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. ?
In the cold night, there are only lonely travelers wandering in distant places.