
About This Novel
Life is like a dream, born between heaven and earth, and died between heaven and earth. Its finger is like a horse. Heaven and earth are one finger, and all things are one horse. I don't know whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of Zhou Zhuang.
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