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Zhao Wanlan found the basket in the rotten and moldy bottom cabinet of the kitchen. It was already worn out, with cobwebs and other dust floating around the house eating away at its frame. Wave after wave of pain tore her apart, and finally, like the gray catkins on her hands, the glistening moonlight emerged. The pure white tears were unprecedentedly clear. Through the glass window, Zhao Wanlan saw the moon hanging so far in the sky. She didn't know where in the world she was, but there was a child playing in the moon wheel, turning the thread of cause and effect, turning and turning, and retribution fell on her head. Even her thoughts were blurred by the tears, so that she could not see the shape. ? Grandma said that the little man in the moon palace will never come to the world. Zhao Wanlan let the silver waterfall slide across the disk. She thought that if the little man was accompanied by the jade rabbit and the toad and the osmanthus, there would be karma in this world.