In this chilly spring, the wind on the river is as sharp as a knife. The mountains disappear in ten thousand hues, like withered graves.,Because it was dark at night and my vision was blurred, at first glance, I thought a poisonous centipede, about an inch thick, was lying on the coffin body, just about to jump up and bite.,Otherwise, how would there be the idiom "deadly heavy," "deadly heavy"。