The overcast Guadalquivier River was deserted. Under the dark clouds was a blue mirror. The rowing boat lifted a layer of ripples in the mirror and then calmed down. When the sun sets, the sun leaks the embers behind the dark clouds, a good ink painting, and the only color embellishment is the exquisite architecture on both sides of the Straits. I don't know why the map in Seville Cha showed the Alfonso XIII Canal. Geographic idiots and English whites said they couldn't understand and couldn't distinguish.