“小城故事多,充满喜和乐,若是你到小城来,收获特别多。看似一幅画,听像一首歌,人生境界真善美,这里已包括……”邓丽君阿姨如彩虹般酡红的音色,如山涧清泉般纯净秀美的音质,婉约而动听,让一座木雕小城充满温柔的活力,洋溢着摄人的魅力。其实我也是小城的孩子,一座小小的城,却承载着我大大的幸福。小城的名字叫京山,虽与祖国首都北京仅一字之差,但她与她,却是千差万别。记得小时候总是傻傻地望着她的名字,想着她同首都一定存在着某种隐秘的联 “The story of a small town, full of joy and music, if you come to the town, the harvest of more than ... Looks like a picture, like a song, the realm of real life is beautiful, here includes ... ...” Teresa aunt as rainbow Red timbre, such as the mountain stream like a pure and beautiful spring sound, graceful and pleasant, so that a carved wooden town full of gentle vitality, filled with the charm of photography. In fact, I am also a small town children, a small city, but carrying my great happiness. The name of the town is Jingshan, though only a word difference with Beijing, the capital of the motherland, but she and she, but is vastly different. I remember when I was young, always stupidly looking at her name, thinking of her with the capital there must be some kind of covert