When I was a child, I was obsessed with the misty and misty house. I just felt that it was the leisurely flow of the small bridge and the flowing water, and the tenderness of the south of the Yangtze River spread between heaven and earth.
I once had the opportunity to visit Jinling and walked along the Qinhuai River from the Great Wall of Ming Dynasty. It is a very quiet city, with the gloomy shades of trees blocking the dazzling sunlight and casting shadows like hollow carved lattice windows. After taking a deep breath, the cool breath soaked into the limbs. I can't blame Su Xiaoxiao for saying: Born in Xiling, raised in Xiling, buried in Xiling, I will live up to the good landscape of my life.
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