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Towering Teng Wang Pavilion overlooking the sandbank in the heart of the river, the jade, Luan bells ringing the gorgeous song and dance has long stopped. In the morning, the light clouds from Nampo pass beside the painting building, and in the evening, the rain from the west Mountains blows the bead curtain. The reflection of the cloud in the pool is floating leisurely every day. Time is fleeting and personnel changes. I do not know that I have spent several spring and Autumn.