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从翻阅泛黄古书的那一刻开始,我的心中就揣着一个梦;当沉醉于古装剧中刀光剑影的情节时,我的心中就揣着一个梦;每每行走在青石铺就的古巷里,我的心中就揣着一个梦。这个梦似真似幻,犹如海市蜃楼,有着神秘的影子。在这个梦里,我身着一袭飘逸的白衣,腰配一枚通明的古玉,手持一把精致的折扇,独自行走在历史的古道上,看着乌篷画船穿过雕龙画凤的石桥,带起浅浅的涟漪。在这个梦里,我闲坐在古朴的雕花
From the moment of turning yellow books, my heart is carrying a dream. When I indulge in the plot of the costume drama, I have a dream in my heart. When walking in the ancient alley paved with bluestones, My heart has a dream. This dream seems like magic, like a mirage, with a mysterious shadow. In this dream, I was dressed in elegant white dress, waist with a bright jade, holding a delicate folding fan, walking alone in the history of the ancient road, looking at the canopy drawing boat painting dragon phoenix Stone Bridge, with shallow ripples. In this dream, I sit idle in the ancient carved