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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.,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.,It seemed as if the small sampan under Bai Qi's feet was being tossed about by even the slightest swell.。