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不知道为什么,行走在小黄村寨的时候,总会有异样的感觉。那是初夏时节,6月12日,邀上好友佩香,从高增搭上卡车出发,一路颠簸,历经一个半小时,到达小黄大门。走下台阶,顺河走,渐渐地,呵,如梦一般的鼓楼群在眼前拉开了帷幕。小河岸上,扶风的细柳,婀娜多姿,在游人肩上轻轻晕染了一抹如烟般的绿黄。玲珑飘逸的石桥,酒醉的诗人一般,横跨在绿蓝的河上,无尽洒
Do not know why, when walking in small yellow village, there will always be strange feeling. That is the beginning of summer season, June 12, invited a friend Fragrant, set off from high-rise truck, bumpy all the way, after an hour and a half, to reach Xiao Huang door. Go down the stairs, go along the river, gradually, uh, dreams of the Drum Tower group in front of the curtain opened. On the banks of the river, the fine willow of Fufeng, graceful and graceful, smoothes the smoky greenish yellow on the shoulders of tourists. Delicate and elegant stone bridge, drunken poets in general, across the green river, endless sprinkling