On a rainy night, I send my friends to the north, climb to the peak, return to the garden to live, and feel the sense of reading. I miss the past on the Bianhe River, Tiwujiang Pavilion, the summer of the mountain pavilion, the poetry of the sea, staying in the autumn pavilion, sending Li to pick up the remains, drinking the bright moon alone, visiting the ancient times in Vietnam, crossing Huaqing Palace, showing Chang 'an, nocturnal songs, words, crossing Lingdingyang and singing songs by Sujiang River.
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