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"Cloud Map of Reminiscence"

Memories always visit at unexpected moments. They do not rush in like tides; instead, like morning mist, they silently spread over the shoals of consciousness. I cut out the vast, already-passed time from the background, fold and curl it with my mood, and in the end, on the dome of thought, knead it into drifting pieces of cloud. This cloud map is my private constellation, a soft fortress I use to resist the absolute passing of time.

Clouds differ in texture, just like the grain of life itself. Some are "cumulus clouds", hanging low and heavy, full of charge and moisture. These are the few thunder-like moments in life: perhaps a decisive farewell, a lightning bolt that lit up the whole sky of childhood, or a moment when dignity was suddenly struck and rang out clearly. Their structure is dense, their outlines sharp, carrying an almost oppressive "sense of reality". Once they sweep across the wilderness of consciousness, they become the landscape itself, impossible to erase for a lifetime. But far more often, there are "cirrus clouds"—the tiny and gentle fragments that weave the warp and weft of daily life: the steam in my mother's kitchen mixed with grease and chopped scallions, the frayed edge worn into an old canvas schoolbag, the diamond-shaped patches of light in an afternoon classroom slowly crawling as the curtains sway. They are light and thin, almost transparent. Under the endless erosion of time, they leave only threadlike remnants, like handwriting washed over and over, faintly stretching across the horizon, forming the most basic, vast background color of the sky of memory.

So, reminiscing becomes a delicate dream-like project that requires repeatedly adjusting the focus. If it is too clear, it is like placing a treasured negative under the ruthless bright light of a surgical lamp: every scratch and every speck of dust has nowhere to hide. The dreamy glaze that preserves memory peels away, exposing the rough base underneath—perhaps ordinary, perhaps unbearable—and all beauty is lost. Yet if it is too blurred, it is easy to fall into a pale, unsettling emptiness, losing coordinates for mourning and supports for emotion. Then reminiscing becomes a shout into an empty valley, with even the echo dissolving into nothing. What I am obsessed with and painfully searching for is precisely that subtle critical state between visible and hidden: the faint outline of green mountains in the thin mist during Jiangnan's rainy season, the breathtaking blur of a woman's eyebrows and eyes in a fleeting glance beneath a veil that a breath could lift. Only in such perfectly ambiguous light and shadow, on the border where reality and imagination seep into and fulfill each other, can memory break free from its concrete form—either grim or ordinary—take flight, and become a "garden of beauty" in the air where I can gaze, wander, and even dwell for a long time.

The carrier of this inward journey back to the source is often an invisible "sheet of paper" with an ivory-yellow sheen. This paper may be cut from the scent of an accidental reunion—the musty smell of an old library mixed with the aroma of ink, suddenly making you freeze on the street; or it may be a fragment of a melody long forgotten by the times, leaking out through the crack of a street-corner shop and easily piercing decades of time. A familiar tree-shadow shape whose name you cannot recall, the clumsy yet sincere curve of some old object in a shop window... they all become codes and keys that suddenly develop on this paper of memory. Following these tiny, trembling clues, I can, like the most patient archaeologist, hold my breath and trace backward along the dark river called "time": that old acquaintance whose whereabouts are unknown, yet who bumps into you at a street corner on some plain afternoon, the white frost at his temples becoming a new annotation; that old street long flattened by bulldozers and replaced with broad roads and glass buildings, yet always winding back in your dreams when you are drunk or sleeping deeply, filled with the scent of gardenias and coal smoke... They are like broken marks lightly drawn in pencil on a map of the soul, helping me start from a definite, hard "now" and grope my way back to a damp, soft "then".

I know well that time flows day and night without stopping, and the past is like cooled lava, permanently set on the far shore; any touch can only feel its cold, completed shape. I am merely a passerby who is unreasonably carried forward by the current of time, unable even to carve a definite mark on the stones by the bank. Yet I still stubbornly long, in each private voyage against the current, to steal a small piece of luxurious "leisure". Let me linger for a long time beneath that strangely shaped cloud, and through the generous haze given by the years, quietly look at the self who ran on the streets of the past and stared blankly by old windows. No need to talk, no need to ask. Just feel whether, in the air around that young figure, there remains a trace of sweet throbbing that time has not completely dried. Those good times truly did flow through my body and my veins like light and like spring water, clear and warm. This existence itself, this proof of "having experienced it", is enough to give tearful comfort within the desolate sense of the universe.

But memory is not wine stored underground that becomes richer with age. They are living organic bodies with slow metabolism, quietly breathing and changing shape in my memory warehouse, where I neglect them or do not even notice. They talk to each other, cover each other; new experiences quietly color old images, and later sorrows cast a faint shadow over earlier joys. They change color and shape—sometimes softening the edges, sometimes exaggerating some detail. This silent change, this metabolism of memory itself, adds the most subtle yet fundamental challenge to my journey of reminiscence: could what has been quietly polished by longing be closer to "truth" than the rough original? Could what time actively chooses to fade, eventually becoming transparent, instead reveal some more essential kind of "lightness"?

The chart trembles slightly in the wind of existence, never finalized. Where should I stay? What place can I take as a definite homeland? I ask myself. There is no answer. Perhaps this questioning itself is the whole meaning. The answer is hidden in every posture of looking up toward the cloud map, hidden in the gentle hesitation and wordless trembling that rises in the heart each time one gazes at the changing clouds and mist. I move forward carrying this constantly revised cloud map; it is the shape of my past that I bear, and also the light proof by which I walk toward the future.

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1. In the text, the author compares memory to "cumulus clouds" and "cirrus clouds". Please analyze the deeper intent of these two metaphors. (6 points)

2. Based on the text, explain the rich meaning of the underlined sentence "Could what has been quietly polished by longing be closer to 'truth' than the rough original?", and analyze its role in the whole passage. (6 points)

3. The title of this passage is "Cloud Map of Reminiscence". Some people think changing it to "Cloud Map of Memory" would also be fine. Based on the whole passage, share your opinion. (6 points)

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1. In the text, the author compares memory to "cumulus clouds" and "cirrus clouds". Please analyze the deeper intent of these two metaphors. (6 points)

[Reference Answer]
① In terms of what they refer to: "Cumulus clouds" refer to those major, deep, and impactful momentary memories in life (such as a decisive farewell or dignity being struck). They are heavy and clear, with an oppressive sense of reality, and can permanently change one's inner landscape (1 point). "Cirrus clouds" refer to the trivial, gentle, and thin fragmentary memories in daily life (such as steam from a mother's kitchen or light patches in a classroom). They form the basic background of recollection, but are easily forgotten and washed away by time (1 point).
② In terms of expressive effect: By using two meteorological cloud forms with very different shapes and textures, the passage precisely draws an analogy for the extreme differences in memory in terms of texture, weight, clarity, and how it is preserved (1 point), making an abstract and complex emotional experience concrete and vivid, with rich imagery and layers (1 point).
③ In terms of underlying ideas: This metaphor reveals that memory is not a uniform whole, but a complex picture woven from a few "decisive moments" and a large number of "daily warp and weft" (1 point), showing the author's deep insight and poetic summary of how life experiences are formed and how memory is structured (1 point).

[Scoring Point Analysis]

• Being able to separately summarize the types and characteristics of memories referred to by "cumulus clouds" and "cirrus clouds", 1 point each, 2 points total.
• Being able to analyze the expressive effect of the metaphor from both "contrasting analogy" and "turning the abstract into the concrete", 1 point each, 2 points total.
• Being able to reveal the underlying ideas of the metaphor from both "the picture of how memory is composed" and "the author's insight into life", 1 point each, 2 points total.

2. Based on the text, explain the rich meaning of the underlined sentence "Could what has been quietly polished by longing be closer to 'truth' than the rough original?", and analyze its role in the whole passage. (6 points)

[Reference Answer]
① Meaning: This sentence explores the paradox between the truthfulness and subjectivity of memory (1 point). It points out that memory is not a fixed archive, but an organic body continuously reshaped by emotion and time during recollection (1 point). The author questions whether the image of memory, beautified and refined by longing (emotion), may be closer to the core truth of feelings and essential experience than the "rough original" at the time the event happened; that is, the "psychological truth" of memory may be higher than "factual truth" (1 point).
② Role:
- Structurally: It connects to the above description of memory's "slow metabolism and deformation", and from there produces a deeper philosophical question, turning the text from describing phenomena to thinking about essence, pushing the meaning forward (1 point).
- In content: It condenses and deepens the central idea of the whole passage, pointing out the inner conflict and ultimate charm of the act of reminiscing—we are not seeking objective history, but a spiritual construction generated through subjective processing that has greater aesthetic and emotional value (1 point). It reveals the main idea of the passage: the meaning of reminiscence lies in creating and dwelling in an inner world of "beauty" refined by aesthetics (1 point).

[Scoring Point Analysis]

• For explaining meaning: stating "the paradox between the truthfulness and subjectivity of memory" gets 1 point; stating "memory is reshaped by emotion and time" gets 1 point; stating "psychological truth may be higher than factual truth" gets 1 point.
• For analyzing role: getting 1 point for structural linkage/advancing meaning; 1 point for pointing out "seeking a subjective spiritual construction"; 1 point for finally revealing the main idea of the passage.

3. The title of this passage is "Cloud Map of Reminiscence". Some people think changing it to "Cloud Map of Memory" would also be fine. Based on the whole passage, share your opinion. (6 points)

[Reference Answer]
I think "Cloud Map of Reminiscence" is better and should not be changed.
① "Reminiscence" emphasizes a dynamic process: "Memory" leans toward a static stored result, while "reminiscence" highlights the subject's active, repeated, and continuous searching and looking back (1 point). This highly matches descriptions such as "a delicate dream-like project that requires repeatedly adjusting the focus" and "a journey back to the source", accurately summarizing the core action of the whole passage (1 point).
② "Reminiscence" contains emotion and an aesthetic pursuit: The word "reminiscence" carries clear emotional warmth and aesthetic intent (1 point). It connects to states in the text such as "obsessed", "painfully searching", "gazing", "wandering", and "dwelling", showing that the author is not objectively sorting memories, but building a "garden of beauty" with emotional investment and aesthetic creation (1 point).
③ "Reminiscence" echoes the philosophical thinking of the text: "Reminiscence" itself includes uncertainty, constructiveness, and presentness (1 point). It suggests that the cloud map (the picture of memory) is reactivated and reshaped in each present act of "seeking", and is "constantly revised". This directly echoes the deep questioning at the end about the truthfulness and fluidity of memory, and the conclusion that "the questioning itself is the meaning" (1 point).
(If one answers that "Cloud Map of Memory" is also acceptable, the argument must still be self-consistent, for example by emphasizing that "memory" highlights the cloud map as an object with existence and stability, but this understanding slightly deviates from the text's emphasis on dynamics, subjectivity, and aesthetic construction, and the score should not exceed 3 points.)

[Scoring Point Analysis]

• A clear viewpoint that the original title is better earns 1 point (if choosing that it can be changed, this point is not given, and the later reasons must be extremely strong to possibly earn points).
• Reason 1: analyzing the contrast in dynamic meaning and pointing out that "reminiscence" better matches the active behavioral process in the text, with reasonable analysis, earns 2 points (concept contrast 1 point, citing the text 1 point).
• Reason 2: analyzing from the emotional and aesthetic dimension, pointing out that "reminiscence" contains warmth and aesthetic intent, and linking it to key emotional actions in the text, with reasonable analysis, earns 2 points (stating the emotional/aesthetic attribute 1 point, citing the text 1 point).
• Reason 3: analyzing from the angle of echoing philosophical meaning, pointing out that "reminiscence" contains uncertainty and constructiveness, and echoing the core conclusion of the passage, with reasonable analysis, earns 1 point. ::::

Problem Description

A class of trees is defined recursively as Flash Trees.

A tree of the form shown above is defined as a first-order Flash Tree, with root $1$.

For a $k(k>1)$-order Flash Tree, it is obtained by extending one first-order Flash Tree downward from each leaf node of a $(k-1)$-order Flash Tree, with each leaf node serving as the root of the extended first-order Flash Tree.

A node is a leaf node if and only if its degree is $1$.

The following figure shows a second-order Flash Tree:

The depth of the root node is $0$. For each $k \in [l,r]$, find how many nodes of depth $k$ there are in an $n$-order Flash Tree, with the answer taken modulo $998244353$.

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To reduce output size, you only need to output the bitwise XOR of all answers in binary. Note: take modulo first, then XOR.

Input Format

One line contains three positive integers $n,l,r$ separated by spaces.

Output Format

Output one line containing one positive integer, representing the XOR of the answers modulo $998244353$.

1 2 2

4

2 3 4

0

3 5 5

80

15 22 30

841662476

7000000 1 10000000

979968256

5 3 5

71

100 20 80

518703381

Hint

[Sample Explanation]

Samples $1,2$ are shown in the figures in the statement, where for sample $2$ the answers are $16,16$.

For sample $6$ the answers are $19,47,123$.

[Constraints]

For $10\%$ of the testdata, $1 \le n \le 5$.

For $20\%$ of the testdata, $1 \le n \le 10^3$.

For another $40\%$ of the testdata, $l=r$.

For another $10\%$ of the testdata, $n \ge r$.

For $100\%$ of the testdata, $1 \le n \le 10^7$, $1 \le l \le r \le \min(2n+1,10^7)$.

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