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正月十五元宵节,辽南渤海湾边数千名姑娘和小伙子们醉了。醉得就像那富士苹果,红红的带着一片华美。他们背着腰鼓,挂着胸鼓,系着圆鼓,抬着大鼓,手持鼓槌当空挥舞,一脸北方人的豪气与粗犷。“嘟嘟……”一声似布谷鸟的哨鸣,吹出了一位风姿绰约的女指挥的俊美手势,刹那间引出了惊天动地的欢庆鼓声,那鼓声荡气
On the 15th Lantern Festival on the first lunar month, thousands of girls and boys were drunk along the Bohai Bay in southern Liaoning. Drunk like that Fuji apple, red with a gorgeous. They carry a waist drum, hung the chest drum, tied the drum, carried the bass drum, held the drummer in the sky, waving a look of pride and rugged northerners. “Toot ... ...” a cuckoo like the whistle, blowing graceful graceful female conductor’s handsome gesture, an instant lead to earth-shattering drums, that drumming