Chapter 23 Feng Tang

Feng Tang @ 2007-7-10 14:52:45 Looking at Shang Zhouyu, reading poems of the late Tang Dynasty, reading scriptures written in lower case, and reading teapots in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, I feel more and more that geniuses are weak, overthinking, and greedy for simple happiness. Dunhuang is another proof. The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, and poplars are like silver.The girl from the tour guide said that it turns out that Dunhuang is an oasis, 50% of which is green land. Despite the wind and sand, it still occasionally rains.I guess, just like Beijing now.The girl from the tour guide said that it turns out that Dunhuang is an international hub metropolis, where 60% of the world's silk, hemp, jade, monks and professional women are concentrated.I guess, just like Shanghai is now.The little girl from the tour guide said that in a few years, the water will be gone, and no one will be able to live in Dunhuang.I think, just like Gaochang is now.

Leaving the main road, it takes more than ten minutes to drive to the gate of Mogao Grottoes.The most beautiful building near the entrance is the Dunhuang Museum donated by the Japanese. It is integrated with the surrounding mountains, rocks and civil engineering. If you don't look carefully, you can't feel it.There is also a tower of ashes of Taoist Wang at the door.The little girl in the tour guide said that he was a sinner of the nation, so stupid that he believed that Stein was a descendant of Monkey King. He was greedy for small money to maintain the temple and sold scriptures and cultural relics to these foreigners.Later, Daoist Wang was scolded crazy, and he ran around on the sandy mountain until he died.I figured, Taoist Wang is similar to my dad.My dad believes that anything new is good. When he returned to China in the early 1950s, during the famine in the 1960s, he sold a whole box of bourgeois objects such as Leica cameras and Cartier watches to the state-run trust in order to feed his eight younger brothers and sisters. shop.He now lives a regular life, Temple of Heaven in the morning, weeping willows chess and card room in the afternoon, Gu Long’s late novels in the evening, and cook his signature braised pork when friends come.The obvious difference is that my dad can't be crazy.

There are nearly 300 caves in the Mogao Grottoes, and less than ten people can enter.The repaired caves are neat and tidy, and all of them look like public toilets.The little girl who is the guide has a lot of cave keys pinned to her waist, and she jingles when she walks, like a sales lady, explaining the decoration of the standard room in the cave without any likes or dislikes. The Buddhas are good-looking and dead, and they will not age after so many years.Similar to current literary stars, the Buddhas in Dunhuang have three characteristics.First, neither male nor female.The skin is pink and tender, but the beard is long.The fingers are thick, but the chest is raised.Second, revealing clothing.They wear very little, and the clothes are very light and thin, with many wrinkles, like dense petals.Third, wear accessories.Foot strings, bracelets, straps, necklaces, headbands.White jade, crystal, agate, amber, beeswax, glass, red coral, turquoise, lapis lazuli.

When the car left Dunhuang, the little tour guide let me see the mountains in the distance. There was yellow sand on one side and dark brown shale on the other. There was a clear and obvious boundary at the intersection of the two sides.The little girl from the tour guide said that a monk in the Tang Dynasty must go to the West Paradise. When he came here, he saw the golden flash on the shale, thinking that he had already arrived in the West Paradise, saw the Buddha, and stayed there, only to have Dunhuang.I wondered, this Tang Dynasty monk might have hallucinations caused by dehydration of the brain for a while. What exactly did the Buddha look like when he saw it?How big a pimple do I need to build so many Buddha statues to dispel it?What was he thinking when he dug caves and shaped Buddha statues?Is the reference sample the spring dream of the cold food festival at the age of twelve, or the Yu Xuanji encountered in the autumn tour at the age of fourteen?

Mu Xin said that happiness is small, tight, and fleeting.A thousand years ago, there were no chess and card rooms and braised pork, and the Buddha statue was shaped bit by bit. The happiness in the long labor should be like this, as if the urine was collected in small amounts into the bladder, and the swelling of the sphincter was released once it was released. , Shining Buddha light.