It's been a long time since I've read such words about the Republic of China. It's as if I walked through a string of moon gates and walked into an ancient courtyard in late autumn. The flowers and trees are dim, the red railings are lonely, and the waterside pavilion is speechless. When I timidly stop to pay my respects, the mournful sound of the flute comes from the screen window, like crying, like a dream, like a world apart.
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