Bamboo Rafts Comments

Peach orchard retired from the world, reading under the candle, pen flower quietly bloomed
Thatched cottage lived in seclusion, chanting moon before court, poetic moods had thrived
Bamboo rafts in the ancient ferry, half a river of lights on the fishing boats, North Shore welcomed the returning wild goose
Autumn colors in the Ping Lake, ten miles of long bank, South Mountain got drunk with the dusk sunlight
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