People are in the misty waves of the empty river, and the boat is as light as floating water.
There is no resentment or worry in this heart.
Looking at the Han River in confusion, I know it flows eastwards.
The reeds and reeds on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are constantly green, and the mountains and hills are green.
The evening breeze was chilly.
Who would have thought that the hot summer weather is just like chrysanthemums in autumn.
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