The rain rain bell and the dyed ink shower first rested, outside the Jiangkou Pavilion, the mountain wind was far away, the blue tree sailed outside the sky, went from the sky, and the apes on both sides of the strait roared.

The silver bell of the mast is crisp, the black tent is at the place, the rain is coming, and the dashing is flying, just waiting for the day to ascend the fairy road. Looking at the slanting sun on the moon in the dark light, the twilight rises, the stars are not young, the dark night river is revealed, down the river, between the sea of clouds and land, the vast is endless, life is like a fantasy play, and the heart can have memories again.

8 May 2016

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