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在古城的街道和巷子中兜兜转转,回味着历史的平淡和小城的宁静,一不留神,两个钟头便过去了。转身走出古城的时候,我想以后我肯定会常常记起这些皴裂的青墙白瓦和铺满阳光的石板路;记起在古城墙下,看见黑灰色的砖石的沧桑,记起城墙上吹拂我面庞的和煦的暖风,记起曾张望城墙下嫩黄的烟柳,记起钟鼓楼传出隐约而悠远的钟声。而这一切都在回忆中宛如昨天,历历在目,清晰明澈。
Two hours passed in a circle in the streets and alleys of the ancient city, reminiscent of the dullness of history and the quietness of the town. Turned out of the ancient city, I think later I will always remember these often chapped white walls and sun-covered stone road; remember in the ancient city walls, see the vicissitudes of dark gray masonry, remember the walls On the warm air blowing my face, I remember looking at the city under the yellow canopy of yellow smoke, remember the Bell and Drum Tower heard a faint and distant bells. And all this is like yesterday in memory, vivid, clear and clear.