Because of Mr. Qiu Yu's words "Xijiang Miao Village, answering everything with beauty", I checked into the resort hotel called "Xijiang Story" in the breeze of late April. The first thing that caught my eye was the primitive and simple appearance of the Miao wooden structure, and the Baishui River gurgling in front of the door; going up the steps, there was a cashier counter under a naturally formed boulder, and the Miao girl's standard Mandarin and warm greetings made people feel very cordial. At dusk, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, the Miao village on the original mountain was in sight, the sound of suona, and a bright moon hanging high in the sky: the Xijiang River, the Xijiang Moon, and the fresh mountain breeze seemed to be telling the thousand-year-old Xijiang story...
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