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The morning light is dim, and the sun has not seen the shadow yet. Only sparse shadows penetrate the clouds and shoot straight into the lake, causing ripples. The breeze is blowing gently, the water surface is clear and round, the lotus flowers planted in the pond sway with the wind, and the scattered lotus petals are soft and fragrant.
Paddling the boat and the flower road in the fog in the distance, just to listen to the flute and think about it. Approached just know, turned out to be a white boy standing in the bow, gently blowing Yu Di. The breeze walked around him, and his clothes fluttered, just like the fairy in the painting.
Gradually, I heard the ever-changing song: Jalidi, who remembers the prosperity of the Southern Dynasties? The old country is surrounded by mountains and Qingjiang River. Angry waves hit the lonely city, and the wind swept away from the sky. A tree on the cliff is still leaning. Mochow's boat was once tied. Idle old traces are gloomy, and the fog sinks half a base. Come to the parapet at night and enjoy the Huai River in the east. What's the market for liquor drums? I miss my neighbors in Xie Wang. Swallows don't know the world. When you are ordinary, it is relatively like saying ups and downs in the sunset.
At the end of the song, the boy stopped the boat, and a group of ducks behind the boat stopped blankly and all went into the water. The boy in white stood at the bow, saw the ducks following him, and began to play Yu Di again.
A young girl stood beautifully on the shore, wearing a dark blue shirt. The breeze blew her hair and set off a wave. ...