你的名字颤抖在我的笔尖,一次又一 我怀着崇敬的心情站在莫高窟的面次滑落进我艰难地耕耘着的这片方格。 前,那是一座文明的丰碑,她巍峨高大地 ——题　　记 矗立在那里,夕阳的万道金光,与之交相 五千年的沧桑,五千年的血脉,上下 辉 Your name trembled at my nib, and again and again I stood in front of the Mogao Grottoes in a reverent mood and fell into this square, which I worked so hard. Before that, it was a monument of civilization. She squatted on the tall ground—the inscription was standing there, the golden light of the setting sun, and the vicissitudes of life that had been commensurate with them for five thousand years. The blood of five thousand years was shining.