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"Since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Bo, a prodigy, started to write, attracting literati to come and go, climb the pavilion, compose poems, and leave words. Prince Teng's Pavilion is no longer a castle in the air. It is an inkstone that carries the spirit of the literati and their ambitions..."
"I put on a flower-green long lapel for her and a plum blossom-style hosta. I carried her on my back and climbed up to the attic step by step. We encountered a feast, a feast for literati. Like a dream, she was intoxicated in it and forgot about her illness. Her thin body was supported by a strong spirit, and her eyes were filled with blazing heat.
She smiled and offered me a glass of wine with a strong aroma.
It was the clearest scenery I have ever seen, pure affection, pure poetry, pure literati. "
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This was the third year of Dazhong in the Tang Dynasty. In order to be a true friend, Yan Cheng and I took a small boat to Nanchang County, Hongzhou, Jiangnan, to attend a banquet for the restoration of Tengwang Pavilion.
"Girl, recite my poem!"
*Short story, amnesia plot, two female protagonists, but not CP.
Purpose: Respect the high pavilion and respect the literati
