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The Black River stretches for eighty miles, its waves surging and crashing. A gentle breeze ripples the water's surface, causing the reeds to sway and rustle.,At this time, it was just autumn. The sun hung high in the sky, but there wasn't much heat.,After working hard, Bai Qi was exhausted and panting. He sat down, took out two dry biscuits, and chewed them with water from a pottery jar.。