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... f adjective, a form of metaphor.

For example, "the waterfall plunges three thousand feet," doesn’t mean it’s actually three thousand feet, just to make you feel the imagery in the words.

The eight hundred miles of West Spring Mountain is also a vague reference; in reality, no one has bothered to measure it.

But last time, when Wang Yunxiao came to handle the immigration issue, he bothered to run a lap.

Because he usually pays great attention to physical training, ...

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