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— Li Bai The crescent moon looks like old Autumn’s golden brow; Its deep reflection flows with limpid water blue. I’ll leave the town on Clear Stream for the Three Gorges now. O Moon, how I miss you when you are out of view!
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After his lie was exposed by Wukong, Zhu Bajie was forced to patrol the mountain once more. This time, he dared not dawdle any longer. Straightening his robes and gripping his iron rake, he set out at once.