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At one point on the Wei River, the gurgling river swirls and merges into a small lake. A small wooden bridge crosses out, and the end is just above the center of the lake. Beside the lakeshore, stands a very tall tree, with gnarled roots, and the part floating on the surface like a hill. The tree cover covering the sky is covered with small leaves glowing with a golden halo, and countless tree whiskers drape down like waterfalls. The wind blows, and the leaves begin to ring like bells. The old man sat at the end of the bridge, holding on to a fishing rod drowsily. A bird flew over and landed on the tip of his pole, tilting its head and flapping its wings lightly, as if to remind him not to sleep. Because not far away, a man wearing an animal velvet coat was walking over while looking at the giant trees on the shore. The old man slowly opened his eyes, squeezed the fishing rod, let go, stared at the palm of his hand, and muttered: "Let's start..."