——The moonlight is a mirror, and there are white bones and flowers in the mirror.
How many years have passed? No one knows how many years have passed. Her spinning wheel is always turning leisurely, and the endless roll of silk is twisted and twisted. In the morning mist that is lighter than the moonlight, a few storytellers come and sit down. A cup of tea and a flower can be exchanged for a story. After listening, you can leave or continue listening. The storyteller will never get tired, just like her story will never end.
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