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那,还是一个泛着雾气的早晨,爱丽丝闯入了她梦中的仙境——周庄。筒靴的高跟在长着苔藓的石板上,敲出了“嗒嗒嗒”的交响乐,这番打扮的我,与这静谧的古巷显得格格不入。我极不自然地整了整这从现实穿越过来的衣服,推开半掩着的木门,走进了古老的茶楼。倚窗坐下,这充满古老气息的茶楼,别是一番情趣。“吱呀”一声,我推开了这暗红的樟木窗,一股来自仙境的风抚起我碎碎的刘海,透凉的雾珠,跃跳在我裸露的肌肤上,一股清新的感觉直人心窝。慈祥的阿婆沏
That, or a foggy morning, Alice broke into her dream fairyland - Zhouzhuang. The high heels of the boots are on the mossy slate and the symphony of “Dada Dada” is knocked out. This dressed me is out of tune with this quiet Guxiang. It was a very unnatural wholeness that I had rolled over the clothes I had crossed from reality, pushed the semi-masked wooden door into the ancient teahouse. Leaning on the window to sit down, this is full of old flavor of the restaurant, do not have some fun. “Squeak ” soon, I opened the dark camphor wood window, an air from the fairyland crushed my broken bangs, cool pearl, jumped in my bare skin, a Fresh stock feeling straight heart. Kind of lady-made