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In Yishouyuan's mind, a scene from the Taian period of the Jin Dynasty emerged: a fisherman in a boat drifting leisurely along the water. With his ordinary Mandarin level and his own emotional rendering and imagination of the atmosphere, he pointed his finger towards the bank, as if there grew rows of peach trees...,The old man rowing the boat at the stern was so absorbed in what he was hearing that he unconsciously followed Yi Shuyuan's finger, of course, he didn't see anything special like a peach tree.,The voice of the oar-man interrupted Yishuoyuan's brief reminiscence. After he collected himself and took a deep breath, he once again gathered his emotions, turned to face forward, and imagined the magic in his heart.。