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悠扬的唢呐声呜呜咽咽、飘飘渺渺进入我的梦中……窑洞、篝火、人群,几个老汉围坐在一起尽情地吹着,表情凝重、自信、豪放。我往前走,唢呐声越来越大,上面系着的红绸像火苗在燃烧跳跃,显示着生命的火爆。随着老汉的手指有节奏地按动,空气中飘落着五色的音符……突然更大的声响震动了大地,依然是有节奏的,这是锣鼓的震响。我回头望去,无数面旗帜在飘扬,腰
Melodious suona whining, phantom wander into my dream ... ... cave, bonfire, crowds, a few old man sitting together to enjoy blowing, dignified, confident, bold. As I walked forward, the sound of the suona grew bigger and bigger, and the red silk tied to it flamed and flamed, showing a hot life. As the old man’s finger rhythmically pressed, colored notes falling in the air ... Suddenly larger sound vibrated the earth, is still rhythmic, this is the sound of percussion. I looked back, countless flags flying in the waist