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The rivers and lakes are a big dream that I want to wake up but can't. I am trapped in it and sink and crawl; it is also a poem. Everyone is a word in the poem. Thousands of words merge into a story. Leaning against the building, listening to the wind and rain, watching the rivers and lakes indifferently. The music is playing on the Qinhuai River, I meet a beauty for the first time, and the cold moon is like a hooked sword soaked in wine. Looking for pleasure in the sword is only greedy for wine. The sound of Gusu's zither breaks willows in Junshan. The Flower City is in full swing, the heroes are competing with each other, their swords are like ink, and the world is flowing.