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In Yishouyuan's mind, a scene from the Taian period of the Jin Dynasty emerged: a fisherman in a boat drifting leisurely along the water. With his ordinary Mandarin level and his own emotional rendering and imagination of the atmosphere, he pointed his finger towards the bank, as if there grew rows of peach trees...,His body was sinking faster and faster. Yishu Yuan didn't know how much saliva he had swallowed, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred. Besides the feeling of suffocation in his body, the surrounding water seemed to be getting colder and colder, and his struggles gradually weakened.,And all of this, both in the mind and before the eyes, seemed to be leaving with the flow of life, turning from the body into streaks of light.。