网络日记的曼谷


网络日记的曼谷


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 我的丈夫出差去曼谷，所以我也去。我从来没去过曼谷， 它是一个很有意思的地方。

我们先坐飞机去新加坡，然后再去曼谷。我们坐了很长时间的飞机。当我们到达了曼谷我很累。丈夫上班，我睡觉。

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曼谷是一个佛教徒的地方。它有很多佛寺。
它们非常漂亮，佛寺是金色和别的颜色组成。



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一天我去曼谷金山寺 － Wat Saket 。
在山顶我有很好的景致。我可看到全部曼谷。




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我们也去一家商场。坊间飘荡在河流。

我喜欢曼谷。 我的见解是曼谷和西安差不多一样。
人们不太富，不过他们努力工作。
他们是有好的人和帮助我过马路，指路，诸如此类。


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