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It is a castle we call Castle of Fantasy. Where is it? Probably floating in the sky, or deep down in the vast land. It is inexorably shut to everybody but keeps emerging in everyones dream. Sometimes it dwells where it can be easily accessed, sometimes falls on the skyline in the far distance. The bell hanging from the eves plays gently to a light breeze, sending liquid ringing into ones heart. 这是一座城堡，我们都叫它幻想城。它在哪里?也许是飘浮在无垠的空中，也许是深埋在广袤的土地里。没有一个人进去过，但是它常常出现在每个人的梦里，有时停在触手可及的地方，有时落在遥遥的地平线上。微风抚过，檐上的铜铃轻轻摇摆，清脆的铃声悠悠荡起，飘进了聍听者的心里。 At nightfall, the Castle of Fantasy starts to gleam. Slowly, it flickers with the twinkling of a canopy of stars, appearing all the more profoundly mysterious. A beam of ivory-white light steels up fleetingly from the top of the castle. Like smoke, it spreads and merges into itself. Entranced, I see fish playing in the water, birds flitting past cloud tips, beasts of all descriptions racing down the prairie, and insects chirping in the field. The light turns heavy, like children growing up quickly. 夜幕降下来，幻想城微微地开始泛光了。缓缓地，忽明忽暗，和着漫天星斗，越发地深邃、神秘了。一缕象牙白如烟的光悄悄从城顶升了上来，扩散着，交织着。仿佛看到鱼儿在浪中嘻戏;鸟儿在云端飞翔;百兽在原野奔跑;小虫在田间鸣叫。光慢慢膨胀着，像正在长大的孩童。 | 
