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The high beam bridge is outside Xizhimen, which is the most beautiful place in Beijing. Two rivers are sandwiched between banks, weeping willows meander for more than ten miles, the water is clear, the fish sink to the bottom, and the scales and wings are distinct. The red building pagodas of Buddhist temples are dotted with beautiful trees. The scenery seen from the seats set for tourists in Xishan Mountain is different in the morning and evening, as if to entertain tourists. When spring is strong, the dignitaries in the city will come here as long as they are not particularly busy. On March 1 day, I took Wang Kun and Shang Jizi to visit. At that time, the willows had just sprouted, the mountains were misty, the water was flush with the river bank, and the music on both sides of the strait continued. Sitting cross-legged on the roots of ancient trees, taking tea as wine, green trees and waves like music, persuading people to drink freely. Clear water gives me an illusion, like fish flying in the sky, birds swimming in the water, and people coming and going, which is also like a part of this landscape. The tourists on the riverbank saw the three of us sitting on the ancient trees, smiling at each other like silly monks. And here we are laughing at their banquet, noisy and angry, which has nothing to do with this beautiful scenery, and we don't know where the joy comes from. After a while, I met Huang Hui who graduated in the same year, called him down, chatted with him for a while, went to Gokurakuji to see plum blossoms, and then went home.