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Dream of a hundred years old dragon bridge feast wind and waves, Songjiang bank. To swim in the ice water, the ice is gone. The strait is frosted and the tears are constant. Green grass on the riverbank, look up. The birds sing and call again. Swimming in the river, flying like an arrow

author:Bai Bing, chief consultant of Winter Swimming Network

Dream of the 100-year-old Dragon Bridge Feast

Wind and waves, song river bank.

To swim in the ice water, the ice is gone.

The strait is frosted and the tears are constant.

Green grass on the riverbank, look up.

The birds sing and call again.

Swimming in the river, flying like an arrow.

Heroes and good men, come to exercise.

Dream of a hundred years old, Dragon Bridge Feast.

Sent on 2022-2-22 12:18

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The author of this article - is a veteran of winter swimming in Halongqiao, Jilin City, now 90 years old, or a senior member of China's "Winter Swimming Network", the online name is "Halong Guangfa".

Dream of a hundred years old dragon bridge feast wind and waves, Songjiang bank. To swim in the ice water, the ice is gone. The strait is frosted and the tears are constant. Green grass on the riverbank, look up. The birds sing and call again. Swimming in the river, flying like an arrow
Dream of a hundred years old dragon bridge feast wind and waves, Songjiang bank. To swim in the ice water, the ice is gone. The strait is frosted and the tears are constant. Green grass on the riverbank, look up. The birds sing and call again. Swimming in the river, flying like an arrow
Dream of a hundred years old dragon bridge feast wind and waves, Songjiang bank. To swim in the ice water, the ice is gone. The strait is frosted and the tears are constant. Green grass on the riverbank, look up. The birds sing and call again. Swimming in the river, flying like an arrow
Dream of a hundred years old dragon bridge feast wind and waves, Songjiang bank. To swim in the ice water, the ice is gone. The strait is frosted and the tears are constant. Green grass on the riverbank, look up. The birds sing and call again. Swimming in the river, flying like an arrow

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