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Zhang Yang, we agreed to go to the supermarket, why are you still sleeping? My wife called me from inside the house. Who am I? Am I Zhang Yang? Am I Yang Guang? I am... I half-closed my eyes and looked at my hands blankly. Fortunately, there was no paper in my hands, and there was no "Lost in Direction". I looked around blankly. The sun was stuck in the sky blankly, not like it was real. I suddenly felt that I was still in a dream. Duke Zhou dreamed of a butterfly. When he woke up, he didn't know whether the butterfly had turned into Duke Zhou or whether Duke Zhou had turned into a butterfly. Where am I now? I don't know if I woke up from a dream or if I just entered a dream. Reality and fantasy both feel real and both feel illusory. Who can tell clearly who is real and who is illusory?
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