The sun was setting in the west.
The warm, orange hue gently brushed against a protruding mountain ridge.
At the mouth of the ridge, a lone courtyard stood.
On one side of the courtyard was a dirt road along the cliff, green leaves hung on a wall made of tree branches, and several peach trees in the yard extended their abundant fruits over the wall to the roadside.
On the other side of the yard was a steep slope.
At the edge of the slope, a robust walnut tree stood, a young man was reading under it, an elderly man was leisurely laying nearby, and a robust yellow ox was resting as well.
The yellow ox was squinting its eyes, contentedly chewing dried grass.
The elderly man was propped up in a lounge chair, holding a tobacco pipe, staring with cloudy eyes at the silhouette of the young man reading in the distance.
