On the Edge of Pure

On the wall hung a yellowed calendar, with prominent red circles drawn on it.,Especially the meteorological bureau's warning, tonight there might be a once-in-a-century torrential rainstorm. The distant horizon is shrouded in thick clouds, and faintly, scorching lightning flashes intermittently, as if tearing open a gap in the darkness. The rumble of thunder rolls ominously.,Let's count down three, two, one, and welcome that beautiful new world!。