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It's like dreaming or waking up in the world, and there are immortals in the clouds and the sea. The misty rain curls up with the lonely shadow, and the half-pot of turbid wine accompanies the fishing rod. A wooden basin floated on the hazy river surface, and the baby's cry was vaguely heard. A lone shadow appeared and touched the river surface gently, lifting the wooden basin with one hand and returning to the shore. I saw the man took off his bamboo hat, and it turned out that he was an old man with silver hair. He gently opened the thin quilt in the wooden basin, and a doll wearing a bellyband looked at him with his fingers...