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很久很久以前,我很快乐,因为我有一个完美的依靠。那是一座燕语呢喃的古城。一辆辆脚踏车,在一条条古道上往来奔忙,一碧江水绕过灰色的城墙,延绵至远方。三月的春风吹醒了四月的花草,振翅了五月的沙鸥,匆忙了六月的麦穗,大自然向人们献上了一幅幅美丽的彩色画卷。我去过烟雨迷蒙的江浙小镇,明亮平静的月牙泉,空灵纯净的纳木措,优柔绰约的黄山,但都不如古城的气韵:恬然,纯净,宠辱不惊,独立于世却不棱角突兀,像极了《边城》里偏远纯朴的小镇。
Long, long time ago, I was very happy because I had a perfect reliance. It is a swallow whisper of the ancient city. A bicycle, bustling up and down an ancient road, a bijiang water bypass the gray walls, stretches to the distance. The spring breeze in March woke up the flowers and plants in April, shaking the gull in May and hastily erected the ears of wheat in June. Nature posed a beautiful color picture to people. I've been to the small town of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the bright and tranquil crescent spring, the innocent Namtso, the soft and graceful Huangshan, but not as good as the charm of the ancient city: Tian Ran, pure, not dishonorable, independent but not angular, like Very “border town” in the remote and simple town.