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Today to write Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo"
On March 7 of the fifth year of Song Shenzong Yuanfeng, it rained on the Shahu Road, and the servant with the rain gear left earlier, and the people who accompanied him felt very embarrassed, only I didn't think so, and after a while, the sky was clear.
Don't pay attention to the sound of rain through the forest, why not let go of your throat and chant a long whistle and walk calmly. On crutches, in mangshoe shoes, walking more lightly than riding a horse, wearing a coat and letting the wind and rain blow, I still lived my life.
The spring breeze was slightly cool, waking up my wine, slightly cold, but the slanting sun at the beginning of the mountain should meet the time. Looking back at the windy and rainy place that had come by, I walked back, whether it was wind or rain or sunny.
