When I was young, even though I was busy with official duties, I still had the heart to write, and even though I was not tireless, I still worked hard. Nowadays, although I have the heart, I don't have the ears. I have a physical illness and dare not think too deeply. However, I regret that I have lost my old writings, so I am reproducing my youthful works, hoping to relieve my lack of ears.
A little fox wanted to fly into the sky and become an immortal, but failed because he had not repaid his old kindness, so he went down the mountain to repay his kindness. However, it backfired. Repaying kindness often turned into revenge. He did not understand the world and often made jokes...
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