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Those who come here are like looking up at mountains, and those who go there are like looking at flowing water. The moon still climbed up the mountain at night, and it was another moonlit night. On such a moonlit night, in the flowing light, everything lost its true color, and only overflowed with a sad spirit that filled the sky, which could not be stared at or grasped, as if nothing happened. Meteors have passed by thousands of times, moon shadows have overlapped for thousands of nights, all things are alive and dead, everything in the world is clear and extinct...