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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...,Yishu Yuan was currently brewing emotions. The old man rowing thought he had finished reading and couldn't help but chime in.,As they spoke, the man saw his elder brother nod and immediately rushed to the riverbank. In a few steps, he reached the shore and, in Yi Shuyuan's surprised eyes, grabbed his arm.。