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1近来,总在旧时光里流连。垂柳投下片片阴凉,我在一个很是漂亮的巴扎上溜达闲逛,脸面上散发着荣光的几位老人正坐在清泉边上说笑聊天,清澈的水流潺潺流淌。“这个巴扎原来是一片沼泽!”一位老人抚弄着白花花胡须向另一位说着:“看样子,人家称你们县镇叫做‘布拉克里克巴扎’原来是有来历的呀?”“像这样的清泉我们村子里面还有几十个呢。不过啊,后来因为巴扎上的人越来越多,这些清泉也在一个接着一个地干掉了。”“清泉一般都是比较脆弱的……”
1 Recently, always linger in old days. Weeping Willow cast a cool shade, I walked around in a very beautiful Bazaar, face the exudes of glory of several elderly people are sitting on the edge of springs chatting, the clear water gurgling flowing. “The Bazaar was originally a swamp!” An old man flirting with a white beard whispered to another: “It looks like people call your town called ’Braclade Bazaar’ Here are dozens of springs in our village like this spring, but then, because of the growing number of people on Bazaar, these spring springs are also being destroyed one by one. ”“ ”Springs are generally more fragile ... "