The autumn shade in Jiangbei is half open, and the sunset glow is rainy.
There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming.
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North of the great river, the thick cloud curtain in autumn has been torn apart by the autumn wind; Heavy rain clouds move slowly.
The green hills on both sides of the strait overlap in twists and turns, as if blocking the way of the river. The boat turned a corner and saw the endless river again. The white sails on the river are getting closer.