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This is a travel note about the beautiful journey of Fenghuang ancient city. During my days in the ancient city, I suddenly had an idea to live here for a long time. Although the days of the ancient city are dull but full of comfort, this place is undoubtedly a good place to live. One night triggered the idea of going to the ancient city, so I packed my bags and boarded the train 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, you will melt into this landscape. I will forget the bumps along the way and be deeply intoxicated.

Compared with the music, bright lights and hustle and bustle of last night, the ancient city of Phoenix in the early morning has a unique style.

The early morning mist enveloped the ancient city. Standing on the diaojiao building by the river, I looked at the small building with gray roof and mottled external walls with different heights on the shore. Looking from a distance, the foggy days are still the same, and the huts are covered with a layer of white curtains, but they can't cover the deep charm of the ancient city. Sightseeing boats on the river occasionally spread folk songs in the form of duets. Girls wearing Miao costumes walked by in twos and threes, and sometimes there was 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 us 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 my deepest heart.

I don't know much if I haven't been there. It's getting a little cold in Xiangxi in the early winter morning. I can't help but pull up my collar, tie my scarf and put on my hat full of national characteristics. The sun rises and the mist slowly dissipates. I can't stand the temptation of the scenery in front of me and walk along the Tuojiang River with light steps. Even my breath is so happy. I sat on a small stone by the river. When there is no boat passing by, the microwave on the river is swaying gently, and I can't help but fall into reverie with my chin in my hand. ...

The spring rain continued, on the wet stone road by the Tuojiang River, under the umbrella of Xiaohua, she looked back, bowed her head, or looked at the boats coming and going on the river, sometimes looking dignified, as if she had endless feelings in her heart and seemed to be waiting for something; It's cool in summer and 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 point, your mouth is slightly upturned and your face is full of helplessness. Autumn leaves fall and an Iraqi is on the other side of the water. A-mei stood on the windowsill of the small building, his feet hanging on the shore, staring at his brother on the shore. Their eyes are full of love and countless lovesickness. When it snows in winter, they breathe the same sky air. When big hands drag small hands, they give each other warmth, which makes people feel that this winter is not too cold.

"Sister, you are in the boat, and brother is walking on the shore ..." Love songs by the river pulled my thoughts back from my reverie. People on the shore are getting more and more lively. The photographer shuttled back and forth in the crowd. Tourists wearing Miao photos are fiddling with different postures, shouting from vendors selling silver ornaments and bargaining for 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 of the ancient city are dull but full of comfort, this place is undoubtedly a good place to live. Life is not full of poetry everywhere. I spent a long time in the city where reinforced concrete was cast. The hustle and bustle of downtown is really exhausting, and I feel particularly Shu Lang when I get to the artistic conception of Miao Village with green mountains and green waters. Under the cheerful singing of Miao village tour guide, we also learned such a half-baked song: Good singing, good singing, peach blossom, peach blossom for ten times and nine times, and another flower is waiting for you to pick, waiting for you. Yo-ho. Hey!

The soil and water of Miao village in western Hunan have nurtured this group of watery girls and strong young men. They warmly welcomed us with beautiful voices, mellow rice wine and wonderful performances, and danced with them with ethnic dances and songs, which made us unable to restrain our excitement. In the cheerful bamboo dance, we realized their hospitality more deeply. In the thrilling performance of going up the mountain and going to sea, we ended this seedling.

I want to have my own corner in this place. When I wake up every day, I can see people coming and going in the foggy ancient city, and I can also see the modern atmosphere of the ancient city lights shining after nightfall. I kept walking back and forth in the ancient city in just three days. I don't want to leave anyone, anything, flowers and grass here. I want to print everything here in my mind and remember it slowly when I get back.

Xiangxi, Hunan, I will come again. ...