Tonight, I looked out the window at the pale yellow moon embedded in the blue and purple night sky, and felt an unprecedented closeness, because I knew that would be the next stop that we Chinese people would conquer. Suddenly I remembered Liu Kezhuang's poem "Qing Ping Le": The wind is high and the waves are fast, riding on the back of a toad for thousands of miles. I once saw Chang'e's true figure, with a plain face and no makeup. Wandering around the Yinque Pearl Palace, I looked down at the accumulated qi and mist. I occasionally shake the osmanthus tree when I'm drunk, calling it a cool breeze in the world.
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After 21 years of archeology, China has become extremely powerful
After 21 years of archeology, China has become extremely powerful