Although it has already started autumn, there is no coolness. Walking on the green embankment, the cool breeze is coming on your face, Ganjiang is covered with light gauze, tall buildings are looming in the distance, and the bridge across the river only sees the outline, the river is like a mirror, tall buildings, The long bridge and the green trees reflect each other into a poem.
Time is fleeting, it is already afternoon, and the mist has long since disappeared under the sun's shining, and there is no way to find a trace. The wind is even stronger, the river has eroded the river bank, and the mud on the bank has also yellowed the river water. Both Fusion, you are in me, and you are in me, the long dividing line tells the story of the two of them in the past. In the distance, there are several sand mining boats wandering on the river, all of them are busy, digging out the reserves from nature.
As time passes, things are different. Wei Wei's white pagoda is still standing on the river bank. It is still the same as before, and he wants to guide people, but he somehow has passed the year of the thousand sails competition, Baige The age of contention. A small boat swam by, and the harvest of the afternoon was scattered in the boat. A few laughs came. It must have caught the big fish again. I heard clearly and the White Tower also heard clearly. It was getting late and I turned and left, White Tower. He was still watching the boat, he was very focused, and his gaze was still thousands of years old.
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