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想象中的南京,总是婉约幽柔,低眉凝情地立在细雨烟丝中。每每,闻得南京一词,就恍若有阵阵浓烈的脂粉芬芳,从酽酽王气中穿古越今,淹留在我的每一处角落。当然,也有水磨扇
Imaginative Nanjing, always graceful and gentle, low brow eyebrows stand in the rain of tobacco. Often, smell the word Nanjing, reminding us of scenes thick fragrance of fragrant powder, from the grudge Wang Qi wear more ancient, flooded in every corner of my. Of course, there are water mill fans