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千年前的玉门关或硝烟弥漫,或闲适平静,或了无生趣、难觅人烟。如今日落余晖,那缕金黄映着黄沙,仿佛佛光闪现,亦如当年敦煌景象。可今日是否还会有如乐樽般虔诚之人,来守护这玉门关?流沙松软,任余晖炽热,闭上眼想象当年画面。远处的商队驼铃声声,踏着长达数千公里的丝绸之路,蜿蜒前行于沟壑纵横之间。他们的出现,只为这寂寥的沙漠,留下默然的背影和串串的蹄印,倒也平添了几分生机,却是索然无味。黄河一泻千里,在地平线
Thousands of years ago, Yumen Pass or smoke diffuse, or leisurely calm, or no interest in life, hard to find people. Today sunset, the golden yellow sand, as if the Buddha flashed, as the Dunhuang scene. Can today there will be such as music bottles pious people to guard the Yumen Gate? Flowing sand soft, Yu Ren Hui hot, close your eyes and imagine the picture. Caravan of distant caravan sound, marching up to thousands of kilometers of the Silk Road, meandering forward and down between the ravines. Their presence, only for the lonely desert, leaving a silent back and strings of the hoof printed, but also added a bit of vitality, but it is boring. The Yellow River blew thousands of miles in the horizon