The coast of North Asia in late autumn is full of chills, with withered trees on the shore and deep forests in the distance. The sky was a gloomy gray, the sea a calm gray. And a three-deck oceangoing ship, which is rare in the north, is hanging all five sails and docking at the estuary on the coast. This quiet Tang boat faced the turbulent Ewenki camp not far away, showing a bit of coldness and loneliness.

"Frost's field, the reeds are cold. Far from home, hold my sleeves tightly

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