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水村山郭的江南河畔,停泊下几只凄迷朦胧的华盖舫,几把油纸伞下乔国太缓步上岸。“来人!太后肚子饿了,上点小菜来。”话音未落,一名洁净如瓷的小城女子款步上前,将几个嫩黄酥香的饼呈了上来。
On the Jiangnan River, in the village of Shuicun, several quails that were lost and quaking were moored, and Joe Guoti slowly took a few paper umbrellas. “Come on! The Queen Mother is hungry and comes to order.” The voice did not come down. A woman who was clean as a porcelain woman stepped forward and brought up several tender yellow cakes.