斑驳古城不大,高高城墙围着几百人的小城,服饰朴素的苗族老婆婆摆摊卖姜糖,微辛而香甜的味道在晨风里弥漫整个古城。我轻巧地跳上墙墎,刹时墙外的风吹过头顶,于是,赶紧扶住墙,压住险些被吹走的帽子。手心是坚硬的斑驳。抬头看城墙,那是一种古远的棕黄色,镌刻上了千年的风沙,缕缕细风嬉戏于墙上的 Mottled the ancient city is not big, tall walls around the town of hundreds of people, simple costumes Miao old woman put stall selling ginger sugar, micro-Xin and sweet smell in the morning wind filled the entire ancient city. I jump lightly on the wall 墎, at the moment the wind outside the wall over his head, so, quickly hold the wall, hold almost blown hat. Palm is a hard mottled. Looking up at the city wall, it is a ancient brown, engraved with a thousand years of sand, strands of fine wind play on the wall