The Six Harmonies Pagoda stood majestically by the river, its grand silhouette even more solemn under the afterglow of the setting sun. The pagoda's flying eaves and upturned corners layered upon layers, each brick and tile revealing the vicissitudes and depth of history.
The sunset cast its glow on the pagoda, cloaking the Six Harmonies Pagoda in a layer of golden brilliance, making it seem like a War God clad in golden armor, guarding this land. Between the river and the pagoda, the scenery was picturesque. On the river's surface, fishing boats sang at dusk, the glittering waves complementing the distant mountains, forming a harmonious and tranquil picture. The reflection of the Six Harmonies Pagoda was faintly visible in the river, mirroring the real pagoda.
Xie Wenying's hawk-like gaze was fixed on the pagoda's top, the iron claws grasping the blue bricks creaking, "Grand Squad Leader, it seems there are thousands of wailing souls inside the pagoda!"
