Hanging foot floor Lushengtang wind and rain bridge, rhythm and melodious reed minor tune, ringing the Miao dance of Pei Dangdang, I am from the north to the thousand miles, the drum head of the Xijiang Qianhu Miao Village, the slings built on the hill, There is a long beauty, and at this moment, I am so casually leaning against the wooden railings, watching the lights at the foot of the mountain line up, turning into a smashing trend, such a scene, I dont know in my dreams. Thousands of times back. From the childhood love to see Mr. Jin Yong's novels, the Miao man and the man described in the book of the gentleman, the hearty and hospitable, the woman's graceful and graceful personality, I feel mysterious and curious.
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