无欲狂响Flux-放作者吃饱了撑了会扔进去的东西 - 无名之辈

A rustic wooden plank road stretches across a sun-kissed meadow, weathered wood grain visible under a layer of worn earth and scattered leaves. The horizon stretches out before it, a gentle slope meeting the blue sky. A few trees stand sentinel along the way, their branches stretching towards the road like nature's own guardrails.