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我撞到了洪灾。7月6日一早,我应邀去郫县采访成都市首届民间艺术节和望丛物资交易会闭幕式,总想抓点鲜活的材料,就逛了半天市场,又在演员堆里泡了半天。直到午后7点,古望丛祠还沉浸在歌舞的海洋里,好客的胡县长特意来打了个招呼,留我和来观光艺术节的姬鹏飞同志一起吃晚饭,然后观看焰火。我心里惦念着发稿,谢绝了主人的好意,一溜小跑赶到距望丛祠三里远的公共汽车站,跳上过路的长途汽车赶回成都。
I hit a flood. On the early morning of July 6, I was invited to Juxian to interview the first folk art festival in Chengdu and the closing ceremony of Wangcong Materials Fair. I always wanted to catch fresh materials and visit the market for half a day, soaking in the cast for a long time . Until seven o’clock in the afternoon, the ancient Cong Cong Temple was also immersed in the sea of song and dance, hospitality Hu magistrate specially to say hello, leaving me and Comrade Ji Pengfei Tourism Festival Comrade eat dinner, and then watch the fireworks. My heart miss the press, declined the owner’s good intentions, a slip trot rushed to the bus station away from the Cong Cong Temple three miles away, jumped on the long-distance bus passing back to Chengdu.