The pained low growl startled the birds that were about to come into close contact on the peach tree, causing them to fly away angrily.,Looking around, tall peach trees grew, their branches stretching out, with blossoms that resembled clouds of rouge. Pink mists drifted through the air, like a painter had sketched a spring landscape.,They converged, taking the form of an incomplete gate, as if encompassing all truths of the world, past, present, and future, eternally unique.。