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当写下祭坛两字时,一种神圣的情感涌上心头。在梦中,我看见一座祭坛,孤寂地矗立在中国南方一座名叫武功山海拔1900多米山顶的风雨中。我听到一种声音从远古传来,响彻天地,划破了混沌玄冥;看到了一幅幅图画,一群群男女在坛前舞蹈。等到登上金顶,燃起一炷香,走进一座名为葛仙坛的石头建筑里,望着袅袅升起的烟雾,听着坛外呼呼雷响的风云声,更感觉它的
When writing the almighty word, a sacred emotion comes to mind. In the dream, I saw an altar, lonely standing in the south of China, a mountain named Wugongshan 1900 meters above sea level in the storm. I heard a voice from ancient times, resounded through the earth, pierced the mystery of chaos; saw a picture, a group of men and women in front of the altar dance. Wait until the top of the Golden Summit, ignited a fragrant incense, into a stone building called Ge Xian Tan, watching the curl of smoke rising, listening to the thunderous thunderstorm whistle outside the altar, but also feel it