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有侗寨、就有鼓楼。世界风层层迭迭地翘首着山外那远去的桅尖,诱惑的岸在脚下的河水喘急上那座多彩的花桥傍晚凉爽总不愿意光顾、侗人便用热腾腾的水冲洗,坐姑娘是要清净的。河畔也有爽爽的月色。把糯米饭酸生鱼抓成团团,楼下的池塘边飘着银亮的歌声和银亮亮的饰器叮(口当)的细语。寨佬说今年的葡萄酸酸的不喜欢熟。鼓楼上挂着新月故容,总闪着跳着到我睡梦的小窗。有一块蓝色的手帕溢着微笑的馨香,蒙在我的脸上。
There Dong Village, there Drum Tower. The world winds up and down the mountain that far away from the mast tip, the temptation of the shore in the foot of the river in a hurry on that colorful bridge in the evening did not want to patronize cool, Dong people will use hot water rinse , Sitting girl is to be clean. Riverside also cool cool moonlight. The glutinous rice sour fish catch into a round group, downstairs pond floating silver bright singing and silver bright ornaments (bite) whisper. Walled said that this year’s grape acid does not like cooked. Hanging on the Drum Tower crescent, always flashing to my small window of sleep. A blue handkerchief overflowing with a smile of fragrance, in my face.