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![在山顶上, 曾经充满活力的景色现在在我面前显得病态. 翠绿的山丘变得荒芜和焦灼, 迷人的霍比特人洞穴被洗劫一空,毁于一旦. 霍比屯的废墟中冒出滚滚黑烟, 烧茅草的酸味即使从远处也刺痛我的鼻孔. 大东路在一片荒凉中消失, 一切生命迹象都消失了.
花朵只是枯萎的棕色茎,从灰烬和泥土中探出头来. 曾经欢声笑语、充满欢乐气氛的赛场,如今只剩下焦黑的痕迹. 潺潺的流水声被河流中散发出的恶臭所取代. 鸟儿不再在这片被诅咒的天空中飞翔. 向外看, 我所能看到的只是魔多的蔓延.
昔日田园诗般的夏尔郡已不复存在, 取而代之的是一片荒凉的荒地. 阴影笼罩着中土世界. 但还不算太晚. 凝视着下面的毁灭, 我内心涌起一股冰冷的愤怒. 我们会战斗. 我们会愤怒地反对光明的消逝. 希望并未破灭. 回忆过去的和平日子更加坚定了我的决心. 魔多不会不经过一场他们从未见过的战斗就占领这片土地. 夏尔可能已成废墟, 但人民的精神却永存. 我们会战斗 to reclaim it. 由 Joshua Holford 摄影获奖细节和耀斑 8k fz80 灵感来自 J. R. R. 托尔金——汽车](https://image.cdn2.seaart.ai/2023-07-23/48273467084869/6c00412f6f5895233bbf238aba08a444f461dd1e_high.webp)
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在山顶上, 曾经充满活力的景色现在在我面前显得病态. 翠绿的山丘变得荒芜和焦灼, 迷人的霍比特人洞穴被洗劫一空,毁于一旦. 霍比屯的废墟中冒出滚滚黑烟, 烧茅草的酸味即使从远处也刺痛我的鼻孔. 大东路在一片荒凉中消失, 一切生命迹象都消失了. 花朵只是枯萎的棕色茎,从灰烬和泥土中探出头来. 曾经欢声笑语、充满欢乐气氛的赛场,如今只剩下焦黑的痕迹. 潺潺的流水声被河流中散发出的恶臭所取代. 鸟儿不再在这片被诅咒的天空中飞翔. 向外看, 我所能看到的只是魔多的蔓延. 昔日田园诗般的夏尔郡已不复存在, 取而代之的是一片荒凉的荒地. 阴影笼罩着中土世界. 但还不算太晚. 凝视着下面的毁灭, 我内心涌起一股冰冷的愤怒. 我们会战斗. 我们会愤怒地反对光明的消逝. 希望并未破灭. 回忆过去的和平日子更加坚定了我的决心. 魔多不会不经过一场他们从未见过的战斗就占领这片土地. 夏尔可能已成废墟, 但人民的精神却永存. 我们会战斗 to reclaim it. 由 Joshua Holford 摄影获奖细节和耀斑 8k fz80 灵感来自 J. R. R. 托尔金——汽车
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Atop the hill, the once-vibrant vista now appeared sickly before me. The emerald hills lay barren and scorched, the charming Hobbit holes ransacked and ruined. Plumes of dark smoke billowed up from the charred remains of Hobbiton, the acidic smell of burning thatch stinging my nostrils even from a distance. The Great East Road was lost amidst the desolation, all signs of life extinguished.
The flowers were but wilted brown stems poking through ash and mud. Scorch marks blackened the field where celebrations once filled the air with laughter and song. The gentle burble of water was replaced by a foul stench rising from the river’s polluted flow. Birds no longer flew in these cursed skies. Looking out, all I could see was the creeping blight of Mordor.
The idyllic Shire of the past was no more, replaced by a bleak wasteland. The shadows had fallen over Middle-earth. But it was not too late. Gazing upon the destruction below, a cold anger stirred within me. We would fight. We would rage against the dying of the light. Hope was not lost. The memory of peaceful days gone by strengthened my resolve. Mordor would not claim this land without a battle the likes of which they had never seen. The Shire may lie in ruins, but the spirit of its people endured. We would fight to reclaim it. By Joshua Holford Photography Award Winning detail and flare 8k fz80 inspired by J. R. R. Tolkien --auto
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