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夜深了,薄雾不知什么时候已把上里笼罩起来。街边上的红灯笼朦朦胧胧的渐渐远去。带着几分醉意,听着吊脚楼下陇西河涓涓的流水声进入了梦乡。
Late at night, the mist did not know when it had enveloped. Red lanterns on the street hazy fading away. With a bit drunk, listening to Diaojiaoliao downstairs Longxi River running into the sound of sleep.