A dark green river flows slowly, and it is already the beginning of spring. The yellow smoked willows on both sides of the river are like layers of green curtains, deep and shallow, covering the bustling shops on both sides of the river embankment. Lively shouts and voices of people come out from there all the time. Not to mention the princes and grandsons who are dressed up for spring outing. The beauties linger by the river, and soon they are in the green again. It disappeared, and one or two small boats floated in the river from time to time. The sound of oars was faint, and then slowly disappeared. There was a small stone arch bridge among the layers of smoke and willows. It was very lively with people coming and going, but there was a man in dark blue clothes standing stupidly in the middle of the bridge, with a dull expression and his eyes looking straight at the river. People walking around looked at him once or twice, or thought, strange, what happened to this man. But the spring day was full of life and everyone was busy, so no one really stopped to ask this man what was wrong.
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