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I once stood at the entrance of the bustling cross alley for a long time. The people passing by were like red laces that tightly ransomed my throat. My heart was wrapped in a thick drowsiness, and I could not escape the shackles of measurement. So, I walked into the mountains and fields to build a healing place for my soul. Sleeping peacefully in the middle of the valley, curled up in the stone theater that has existed for thousands of years, the KT room singing freely broke the setting sun and scattered on the kiln porcelain made by myself. Slow time is engraved in the Maocai Library. Looking up, I saw the warblers flying, grass growing, birds singing and flowers singing. So I leaped into the swimming pool, so I listened quietly to the folk songs in the valley, so I explained a chapter after releasing my feelings in front of the campfire. Come here to find yourself, Zhouyao Shibafang has spent this moment with you.