<□□A□ the sun beg□n to set b□hind th□□t□weri□g mo□n□ains, □ □on□ trave□er m□de hi□ way towards t□□ ancient Pu Ti T□mple. T□e ai□ wa□ f□lle□ wi□h□an□ic□pation as h□ appro□□h□d the□imp□s□ng gates, the sound o□ c□ant□□g □onks echoing t□rough the tra□□uil va□le□.□□
□p>第五夜,微风□抚,回忆如潮水般涌□。□□夜的宁静中,回忆悄□张开,□动心□。往事如烟,缭□在记忆的深处,让人感□万千。