Old Master Chen continued to drive without a purpose. I picked up a pack of cigarettes, lit a fire, and smoked. At that moment, when he took a few puffs, he found a white shadow in front of him shaking, beckoning to him, comic book 16：9 image
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Old Master Chen sat in the car and continued to drive aimlessly. I picked up a pack of cigarettes, lit a fire, and smoked. At that moment, when he took a few puffs, he found a white shadow in front of him shaking, beckoning to him, comicbook 16：9 image
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Old Master Chen sat in the car and continued to drive aimlessly. I picked up a pack of cigarettes, lit a fire, and smoked. At that moment, when he took a few puffs, he found a white shadow in front of him shaking, beckoning to him, comicbook 16：9 image
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Old Master Chen sat in the car and found a white shadow shaking in front of him, beckoning to him,
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The originally quiet night suddenly had someone but it seemed more or less unnatural, and besides, such a situation Old Master Chen. I have to remind people of something that people dont want to think of, and that is ghosts!But in the end, Master Chen decided to pull her, and the man got into the car and said in a miserable and hoarse voice, \Please go to the crematorium.\ Old Master Chen shuddered. Is she really... He couldnt think any further, and he didnt dare to think anymore. He regretted it, but now that he was ready to send her as soon as possible
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The originally quiet night suddenly had someone but it seemed more or less unnatural, and besides, such a situation Old Master Chen. I have to remind people of something that people dont want to think of, and that is ghosts!But in the end, Master Chen decided to pull her, and the man got into the car and said in a miserable and hoarse voice, \Please go to the crematorium.\ Old Master Chen shuddered. Is she really... He couldnt think any further, and he didnt dare to think anymore. He regretted it, but now that he was ready to send her as soon as possible
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The originally quiet night suddenly had someone but it seemed more or less unnatural, and besides, such a situation Old Master Chen. I have to remind people of something that people dont want to think of, and that is ghosts!But in the end, Master Chen decided to pull her, and the man got into the car and said in a miserable and hoarse voice, \Please go to the crematorium.\ Old Master Chen shuddered. Is she really... He couldnt think any further, and he didnt dare to think anymore. He regretted it, but now that he was ready to send her as soon as possible
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The originally quiet night suddenly had someone but it seemed more or less unnatural, and besides, such a situation Old Master Chen. I have to remind people of something that people dont want to think of, and that is ghosts!But in the end, Master Chen decided to pull her, and the man got into the car and said in a miserable and hoarse voice, \Please go to the crematorium.\ Old Master Chen shuddered. Is she really... He couldnt think any further, and he didnt dare to think anymore. He regretted it, but now that he was ready to send her as soon as possible
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Master Chen was sitting in the car in a daze, with the tiredness in his eyes, feeling horror and fear.
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
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The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of lifes hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless mans appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world.
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On a dark and windy night, in front of an old European castle surrounded by an iron fence, there was a young chinese man wearing a white shirt, black suspenders and red shoes. He held a green umbrella in his hand and held it in his mouth,smoke rising everywhere,best quality
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In a world of cultivating immortals, there are lush and tall trees, clouds blowing in the wind, and a handsome old man wearing a white Chinese-style robe with fair skin and long white hair. His whole body exudes a kind of deathly silence. Breathing, I put my hands on my knees and sat cross-legged under a tree, my eyes closed tightly, my head lowered and facing my chest, a few leaves floating in the air seed:1976761871
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Lao Chen was sitting in the car in a daze, with tiredness in his eyes, feeling horror and fear.
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A middle-aged man, wearing a black down jacket, tied in a black ponytail, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, blowing the wind, lowering his head, staring at the ground, slowly walking forward, his hands in his pockets, the traffic beside him, and the night lights
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A middle-aged man, wearing a black down jacket, tied in a black ponytail, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, blowing the wind, lowering his head, staring at the ground, slowly walking forward, his hands in his pockets, the traffic beside him, and the night lights
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Under a big tree sits an ancient Chinese old man, surrounded by his two young disciples, who are imparting his wisdom. This scene should show the old man as a wise and respected mentor, with a refined face and a focused demeanor.
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Portrait, an old man sitting in his dark room near a big vintage rusty window, smoking a cigarette, the smoke is dense and it is accentuated by the light coming from the window, winter, cloudy gray day, dramatic lighting
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Portrait, an old man sitting in his dark room near a big vintage rusty window, smoking a cigarette, the smoke is dense and it is accentuated by the light coming from the window, winter, cloudy gray day, dramatic lighting
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It was already late at night, and a taxi driver, Master Chen. It was decided to pull one more passenger and go home, but the car went back and forth a few times, and there were still people on the road.
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It was already late at night, and a taxi driver, Master Chen. It was decided to pull one more passenger and go home, but the car went back and forth a few times, and there were still people on the road.
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Cloaked in a pure white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, he appears like a wanderer of all realms. His tall and slender figure moves with lightness, seemingly detached from the earthly realm. A deep blue Taoist hat gently veils his clear and profound eyes, which hold the richness of life experiences; each blink echoes with contemplation. In his hands, he wields a broad and ancient sword, its blade engraved with the marks of passing ages. The tip of the sword flickers with a subtle glint of cold light, resembling distant stars, exuding a profound sense of solemnity. In the display of his swordsmanship, each move resonates like a melodious tune, reminiscent of a harmonious and exhilarating martial arts ballad. There's a mysterious aura about him, as if he were a recluse dwelling in mountainous forests; his presence is akin to an ancient temple washed by time, radiating an inviolable solemnity.
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Cloaked in a pure white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, he appears like a wanderer of all realms. His tall and slender figure moves with lightness, seemingly detached from the earthly realm. A deep blue Taoist hat gently veils his clear and profound eyes, which hold the richness of life experiences; each blink echoes with contemplation. In his hands, he wields a broad and ancient sword, its blade engraved with the marks of passing ages. The tip of the sword flickers with a subtle glint of cold light, resembling distant stars, exuding a profound sense of solemnity. In the display of his swordsmanship, each move resonates like a melodious tune, reminiscent of a harmonious and exhilarating martial arts ballad. There's a mysterious aura about him, as if he were a recluse dwelling in mountainous forests; his presence is akin to an ancient temple washed by time, radiating an inviolable solemnity.
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Cloaked in a pure white robe with a sword hanging at his waist, he appears like a wanderer of all realms. His tall and slender figure moves with lightness, seemingly detached from the earthly realm. A deep blue Taoist hat gently veils his clear and profound eyes, which hold the richness of life experiences; each blink echoes with contemplation. In his hands, he wields a broad and ancient sword, its blade engraved with the marks of passing ages. The tip of the sword flickers with a subtle glint of cold light, resembling distant stars, exuding a profound sense of solemnity. In the display of his swordsmanship, each move resonates like a melodious tune, reminiscent of a harmonious and exhilarating martial arts ballad. There's a mysterious aura about him, as if he were a recluse dwelling in mountainous forests; his presence is akin to an ancient temple washed by time, radiating an inviolable solemnity.
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Create a wide-angle shot of an ancient Chinese old man sitting under a big tree, surrounded by two young men, imparting wisdom. The face is delicate and the expression is focused. masterpiece, high quality,respectfully] unreal engine, hyper real
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