倘若你从没有驻足敦煌,敦煌就永远是梦中的一个殿堂,在那神圣的金碧辉煌之中,飞天的琴音与天边的祥云紫雾相缭绕,袅袅娜娜,不绝于尘,不绝于耳。倘若你从没有驻足敦煌,敦煌就永远是一段遥远的歌谣,她神奇着,美丽着,苍凉着,忧伤着,像一条细长的水流,曲曲折折由古而今,蜿蜒处,撒下泪滴,也撒下珍珠。许多人来过敦煌,在敦煌留下几个匆匆的脚 If you have never stopped in Dunhuang, Dunhuang will always be a hall of dreams, in that sacred golden magnificence among the flying sounds and the clouds of clouds around the sky, curl Nana, endless in the dust, endless. If you have never stopped Dunhuang, Dunhuang will always be a distant song, she is magical, beautiful, desolate, sad, like a slender water, twists and turns from ancient to now, winding place, shed tears Drop, also sprinkle pearl. Many people have come to Dunhuang, leaving a few hurried feet in Dunhuang