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七彩云南,神奇宾川,遇见你,从此,我学会倾听自己,宾川人,用心呼唤出一个干旱里的春天,十八万亩葡萄的绿茵,覆盖了荒滩野草和宾川人的乡愁。宾川,已不是二十二年前的宾川,带酒味的甜风拽着葡萄架下的爱情醉了阳光,醉了七月的流火,一幢幢新建院落门前美丽的花朵,搂着蓝天白云做着甜梦,尘世的烦恼在微笑里无声消失。面对宾川的美丽,除了袒露我枯瘦的思维,还愿交出空空的灵魂。
Colorful Yunnan, magical Binchuan, met you, from now on, I learn to listen to myself, Binchuan people, intentions call for a spring drought, 180,000 acres of grape green, covering the weeds of wasteland weeds and Binchuan nostalgia. Binchuan, is not Binchuan twenty-two years ago, with sweet taste of wine dragged the grape under the love drunk the sun, drunk in July of the stream of fire, a block of beautiful flowers in front of the new courtyard, arms around Blue sky and white clouds are sweet dreams, earthly worries silently disappear in the smile. Faced with the beauty of Binchuan, in addition to exposing my skinny thinking, but also willing to hand over the empty soul.