我站在长城的脊背上。我在现代城市的某个制高点,舒目或者凝眉。来自大漠和中原的风同时向我吹来,恍恍惚惚好像身处千年战场。我小心翼翼,生怕踩坏一段源远流长的文化史。我曾写过几首拙诗,表达过上述感怀。总觉得意犹未尽,还想写一写关于固原秦长城与古城墙的文字。我想捡起被多数人忽略了的,不被珍视或者快要遗失的东西。 I stood on the back of the Great Wall. I am at a commanding height in the modern city, Shu Mei or eyebrows. The winds from the desert and the Central Plains blown me at the same time, and the trance seemed to be in a thousand-year battlefield. I am cautious, for fear of trampling a long history of cultural history. I have written a few clumsy poems, expressed the feelings of the above. Always feel unhappy, but also want to write a written about the Guyuan Qin Great Wall and the ancient city wall text. I want to pick up what is overlooked by the majority, not being cherished or about to lose something.