Two years of Life in Zhuhai ended in a most happy, most magnificent, most immortal way. I swear, that, I, will, appreciate, you, for, all, my, life.
A concert of two, one sings and the other listens. The shade of banyan is the stage, the first-quarter moon is the spotlight, the cicada of night is the obbligato.
On the wall you can see a row of identical large "mirrors", as tall as a man. On second look, however, you found glittering blue light emitted from them, forming all kinds of strange patterns on the surface. Obviously, these are no simple mirrors, but are some mysterious devices.
Giving it a closer look, you saw labels with names of places sticked besides each piece of the "mirrors":
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