One Hundred and Eight Types of Newspaper Office

"Brother Wang Lun, there will be a meeting later!" Li Bai spoke with great arrogance, and Wang Lun on the bank also bowed respectfully and bid farewell to his friend Li Bai.

"Start the boat, old man!" Li Bai said to me respectfully and politely.The boatman is me, and I don't know how I started to cross!

The system is gone, but I feel that there are still memories that have not come back, and that is the most important memory!I have learned the most important secret.

"Okay, let's sail."

The peach blossoms fall into the water one after another, turning into waterweed, which is too beautiful to behold.Li Bai sighed and said, "Li Bai was about to go on a boat, when he suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore. The Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, and it's not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me."

"Good poetry!" I exclaimed loudly!

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"During the Ching Ming Festival, when hundreds of flowers are blooming, how can we drink less!" Du Mu walked in the rain with ease.He walked up to a shepherd boy riding on the back of a buffalo, and happily asked, "Can you sell a tavern here? A shepherd boy!"

"Over there, my lord!" Chi Huo pointed to a village full of apricot blossoms in the distance.He continued to play the flute, speechless.

"It's raining heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the passersby want to lose their souls. If I ask where is the restaurant, the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village." Du Mu happily blurted out the eternal song, and ran to the misty village in the distance.

I left the body of the shepherd boy inexplicably again!To another world!