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People come and go on the river, but love.
Beauty.
Look at a boat,
.
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Half a river is rustling, and half a river is red.
Poor night of September 3rd,
.
-Li Bai
The Yangtze River splits the Tianmen Peak like a giant axe, and the green river flows around the island.
Lonely sails come from the sun.
-Li Bai
Leave Bai Di early.
, thousands of miles
Return it within one day.
The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed.
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The river is three thousand miles long, and there are fifteen letters from home.
There is nothing else between me, just telling me to go back to my hometown as soon as possible.
-Su Shi
Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, by the river
Prophet.
Artemisia selengensis has short buds all over the ground, which is exactly
Want fashion.
On the river-
Jiangbei autumn shade is half open, and Xiaoyun contains rain.
.
There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming.
-Li Bai
An old friend's western words
.
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1000 roads without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak,
.
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wood
Du Nan, the wind from the north makes the sea cold.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
If you ask, it's getting rough. It is getting dark.