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This is a travel essay about a trip to the beautiful ancient city of Fenghuang. During the days in the ancient city, an idea of living here for a long time suddenly sprouted in my heart. Although the days in the ancient city are dull but full of comforts, this place is undoubtedly a good place to live. The idea of going to the ancient city was triggered one night, so I packed my bags and boarded the train to travel to my destination. Fenghuang ancient city in Xiangxi, Hunan Province, is a beautiful place, a place with mountains and water, and a place I yearn for. When you are in the ancient city, even if there are countless sorrows, it will melt into this landscape, and I will forget the bumpy ride all the way and be deeply intoxicated.

Compared with last night's music, bright lights and hustle and bustle, the ancient phoenix city in the morning has a unique style.

The early morning mist lingers over this ancient city. Standing on the diaojiao building by the river, I look at the small buildings with different heights and gray roofs on the other side of the bank. The outer walls are mottled, and from a distance, the foggy days are the same. The huts, green hills and green waters all seem to be wrapped in a white curtain, but they can't cover up the rich charm of the ancient city. Sightseeing boats across the river occasionally spread folk songs in duets. Girls wearing Miao costumes pass by in twos and threes, and sometimes there is laughter like a bell, as well as women carrying baskets, tourists wearing fashionable clothes and holding cameras and DV machines. The scenery in front of them seems virtual, but it is so pleasing to the eye. The mist on my face moistens my face. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, feeling the aura of this beautiful ancient city in the deepest part of my heart.

if you haven't been there, you can't experience it deeply. Xiangxi in the early winter morning has started to be a little cold. I can't help pulling my collar, tying my scarf and wearing a hat full of national characteristics. The sun rises and the mist slowly dissipates. I can't stand the temptation of the scenery before me and walk along the Tuojiang River with a light pace. Even my breathing is so happy. On a small stone by the river, I sat down. When there was no boat passing by, the microwave on the river swayed gently, holding my chin by my hand, and I couldn't help but fall into a reverie ...

It was drizzling in spring, and on the wet stone road by the Tuojiang River, she either looked back under the umbrella of a small flower, or bowed her head to meditate, or looked at the boat coming and going on the river, and sometimes she looked dignified, as if she had endless feelings in her heart. It's cool in summer, and when the sun sets, you sit barefoot on the edge of Tuojiang River and swim. There are fish and shrimp swimming in the crystal clear river, but when you reach for it, it disappears. At this time, your mouth is slightly upward and your face is full of helplessness. Autumn leaves are falling, and an Iraqi is on the other side of the water. A-mei, who is on the windowsill of the small building with her feet hanging on the shore, is gazing at her brother on the shore. Their eyes are full of love and countless lovesickness. When the winter snow falls, they breathe the air in the same sky. When the big hand drags the small hand, they give each other warmth, which makes people feel that this winter is not too cold.

"Sister, you're on the shore at the head of the boat, and you're swinging on the rope ..." The love song from the river pulled my thoughts back from my reverie. The people on the shore are getting more and more lively. "Photographers" are shuttling back and forth in the crowd. Tourists wearing Miao photos are fiddling with different postures, the shouts of vendors selling silver ornaments and the bargaining of selling scarves. What a lively scene.

During my days in the ancient city, I suddenly had an idea of living here for a long time. Although the days in the ancient city are dull but full of comforts, this place is undoubtedly a good place to live. Life is not full of poetry and painting everywhere. I have stayed in the city cast by reinforced concrete for a long time. The hustle and bustle of downtown is really exhausting, and I feel particularly Shu Lang when I get to the mood of green mountains and trees in Miao Village. Under the cheerful singing of Miao village tour guide, we also learned such a song half-baked: sing well and sing well, the peach blossoms bloom, the peach blossoms bloom ten times and nine times, and there is another one waiting for you to pick and wait for you. Yo-ho! Hey!

the water and soil in Miao village in western Hunan have nurtured these girls and strong young men. They warmly welcomed us with beautiful voices, fragrant rice wine and wonderful performances. They danced with them in dances and songs with ethnic customs, which made us unable to restrain the excited passion in our hearts. In the cheerful bamboo dance, we deeply realized their hospitality, and in the breathless performance of going up and down the mountain.

I want to have my own corner in this place. When I wake up every day, I can see the people coming and going in the misty ancient city, and I can also see the modern atmosphere of the ancient city lights shining after nightfall. During the short three-day journey, I kept walking back and forth in the ancient city. I didn't want to leave anyone, anything, flowers and grass here. I wanted to imprint everything here in my mind and remember it slowly when I got back.

Xiangxi, Hunan, I will come again ...