Now and then, the music of nature echoes in my ears, and the beautiful scenery comes to my mind.
Once upon a time, people have left marks and scars on it, arbitrarily or inadvertently. The dirge has been weeping, and the roar is on the string.
The beautiful mountains and waters are no longer to be seen, and the dead mountains and waters are now in front of us.
Is it a comma or a period, all in a thought.