Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.,The green mountains rise in layers, towering and hidden by the sun. Their verdant peaks are steep and imposing, shrouded in mist and cloud. Streams meander through valleys, cascading into waterfalls that spray water droplets high into the air. Monkeys chatter from the trees, fish leap in the streams, and white egrets soar effortlessly through the azure sky. It's a breathtakingly beautiful scene, like a painting or a fairyland.,The initial discomfort gradually faded with time. Twenty years of life polished away humanity, and past memories were gradually suppressed by animalistic instincts. Only occasionally, when lost in thought, would he recall the sorrowful faces of his family by his bedside. When he had nothing to do each day, all he could do was try his best to remember his past life, fearing that one day he might forget everything and be left with only survival instincts, his passion gone, becoming a cold-blooded creature.。