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Yangzhou has been prosperous since ancient times. It was early spring, and the soft spring breeze blew the willows on the river bank green.
The cheerful birdsong awakens the delicate peach blossom, the exquisite painting boat makes a flood of spring water, the singer's delicate voice and the strings of the silk and bamboo on the river float day and night with the spring breeze.
The sky is dim, and the boat paintings on the river are still charming, and the eight tones are played together, which is still lively. But this kind of crowing is only enjoyed by the rich nobles. For ordinary people, dawn only means the busy beginning of a new day. The soldiers guarding the city slowly opened the gate, and in a short time, more and more people came and went, which is nothing new. Suddenly, two good horses, one white and one black, stuck their heads out of the city gate, their eyes shining brightly, which really attracted attention. I saw a girl in pink on the white horse, looking thirteen or fourteen years old, with fine features, upturned nose and red lips, a red face, playful and lovely, and an amiable look. Above the dark horse is a young boy in Tsing Yi, with a dark face and upright knife-shaped eyebrows, which adds an immature sense of righteousness, probably because he looks only twenty years old and has no experience. The girl suddenly sighed, "Alas, this Yangzhou is really different from our Luoyang!" The boy smiled and said, "What do you say!" The girl smiled naughtily. "If nothing else, this Yangzhou girl is better than me. ...
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