The horse and the young man under the night in Luo City, the horse's hooves make a clicking sound on the bluestone.

He is like a character in a storyteller, coming from the cloud waterfall, going to the rivers and lakes, walking to the green mountains, watching the sunset in the west.

If you ask, who is the guest who never returns in this river and lake?

He will answer, the breeze, the bright moon, and me.

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This may be a long story, let me tell it slowly.