The light of the street lamp came through the window, illuminating the room faintly. I glanced around and saw the familiar walls, the edges of the walls, the familiar piles of books, and the unbound art albums at the edge of the pile. The ongoing night outside, the infinite distance, countless people, all related to me. I exist, I am living, I will continue to live. I began to feel more real, I had the desire to move— but soon I fell back into sleep. — Lu Xun
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