A few years ago, the author visited Sibi Mountain. After a silent night, the mountain was closed and there was no sound, color, or bamboo. Many travelers gathered together, lit up the stars and the moon, and talked about strange things all over the world for several nights. Strange stories from ancient and modern times emerged one after another, which was very novel to the author at the time. After that, my business was bleak in recent years, and I dreamed back to that day one night in melancholy. I thought about the many unsatisfactory days and heard about them. While thinking about it, I wanted to sort out what I had heard and share it with others.
I recall that time, the dark night in the mountains, filled with interesting stories, secret words, and lies.