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... moon and there are ten thousand flowing streams, when the moon is reflected on the water, it is both on the stream in front and the stream in the back. When there are ten thousand streams, there are ten thousand moons. However, there is only one moon up in the sky’.


The streams meant the people, and the only moon meant the writer.


It might sound arrogant, but as the writer was king Jeongjo, Haejin could understand it.

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