静静地坐在窗前,望着窗外凄艳的晚霞,听暮色诉说,歌唱。——题记一、失落的敦煌文化夕阳下,莫高窟显得如此荒凉。曾经那五颜六色的壁画,被一片白色掩盖;曾经那婀娜多姿的雕塑,被一个个惨白的怪像替代;曾经那充满色彩与文明的莫高窟,变得如此黯淡与苍凉。唐代的笑容、宋代的衣冠、元代的街巷……就这样葬送在一个道士手中,留下的只有满地的碎片,只有那墙上隐约可见的图像,只有那一片惨白的痕迹。 Silently sitting in front of the window, looking at the bright sunset outside the window, listening to the twilight to speak, sing. - Inscription one, Lost in the Dunhuang Cultural Sunset, Mogao Grottoes appear so desolate. The colorful murals that were once covered by a white cover; the once graceful sculptures were replaced by a pale image of the monstrosity; once the Mogao Grottoes, full of color and civilization, became so bleak and desolate. The smiles of the Tang Dynasty, the clothes of the Song Dynasty, the streets of the Yuan Dynasty... were buried in the hands of a Taoist priest. All that remained was the debris of the land. Only the faintly visible image on the wall had only one trace of pale traces.