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I met Ouyang Gongzi in spring.
It was a good time to eat mandarin fish. I made an appointment with three or five confidants to enjoy flowers. When you are tired, take them to Cuihu to eat something delicious. The vast green lake stretches for hundreds of miles. Ships of all sizes are moored at the lake. Fishermen leaned against the bow to attract customers. As soon as the curtain is lifted, there is a hole inside, and the wooden tables and chairs are laughing and laughing.
Within half an hour, fresh fish and shrimp were served, fresh and refreshing. If you come alone, you can buy the fisherman a drink. If you are interested, you might as well row the boat slowly to the middle of the lake, where reeds are overgrown and wild mandarin ducks are swarming.
Beautiful scenery, delicious food, beautiful fishermen and green lake water are good places for the prodigal son of Ningcheng to linger. They came in droves, picked a few boats to fight together and had a good time, then hugged the fishermen and walked to the middle of the lake. The so-called sex when you wake up, and separation when you are drunk.
I am also a fisherman on Green Lake, but I only provide cooking. This seems to be a disadvantage. Next to Rouniang, Mei Er and Hong Ling, they all changed from Wu Peng's boat to the original boat within a year or two, but my Xiaoming can only accommodate a few people. Like myself, I am a thin sparrow, jumping around all day, only looking for a few grains of rice to eat.
I was born at six in the morning, alternating day and night. My name is Xiaoming, and my mother told me that my father said the name was too big. ...