黑土地上的翠绿，

被时间折叠，

散发着迷雾。

千年的斗钵里，

残留下比黑夜更黑的夜。

彷徨中似有飘过，

一缕稀薄的甜，

是印第安的烟火，

留下神的指纹。

《Native Americans are predecessors in smoking》

By Yu Shiyi

Green tobacco leaves are produced on the black soil of the Americas, and after a long period of fermentation and purification, they emit fascinating smoke. 

Thousands of years ago, there were still traces of black lacquered tobacco in pipes, even darker than the darkness of night. 

Time flies so fast that it makes people feel lost, as if a faint sweetness drifts past our noses. 

It's the Native Americans smoking their pipes, like the guidance left by their gods.