The cool breeze casts shadows, thin clouds cover the sun, the ancient trees are desolate, and the ancient city is in ruins. As I strolled around, I saw greenery, red and gray tiles in front of my eyes, and in my ears, I heard old songs and new songs singing in harmony with the rocks and water. Through the cracks where the old and the new blended together, I could vaguely see that spring and autumn of that year...
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