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一站在古城堡上的那一刻,胸中似乎鼓荡起士卒般冲杀的豪气。突兀而起的一座山包,背城面河,城堡下房屋街道错落有致。河流弯曲,绕城而过。风有些凛冽,肆无忌惮撩起客人衣襟,搔乱路人头发。喀山,这地方原来这样,不管你是从何处来,是什么人,迎客之道都是这般,就连风儿打招呼,也是如此爽朗、痛快,裹着侠义,夹着英气,没有半点婉转和客套。是了,此地名字便是鞑靼斯坦,这名字骨子里便流淌着天生的血统,从不
The moment stood in the ancient castle, the chest seemed to drum up like a hero of death. A towering mountain bag, the city back to the river, the castle streets under the patchwork of housing. River bend, around the city. Wind some cold, unscrupulous lifted the guests skirts, scratching passers-by hair. Kazan, this place turned out to be like this. No matter where you came from, what kind of person you are, the way of welcome is like this. Even the greeted children are so hearty, happy, wrapped in chivalry, Slightly polite and polite. Yes, the name of this place is Tatarstan, this name is flowing with a natural origin, never