You have stood for a thousand years, in the long river of years, in the sandstorm of a thousand years. Years have eroded your face, and the wind and sand have sharpened your character. You stand tall, and you will not fall for a thousand years. In order to meet you, I have crossed the Millennium dusty sand and the endless yellow sand, crossed more than half of China, and came to your side from the modern civilized world of 2 1 century, from the bank of the Yangtze River, which is rich in aquatic plants. I finally met you. Like your name, you are grand and brilliant, and my eyes are full of tears. Although you don't know me.

The first time I saw you was in my childhood textbook. Dunhuang, Mogao Grottoes, murals, flying, like a string of magical symbols, a magical password, engraved in my heart. I want to crack what is hidden in the password. I want to see you and everything will be clear. Will I see you?

You are thousands of miles away, between the Gobi desert and the yellow sand. You are thousands of years later, in an era of displacement.

I want to reach you. Are you still there?

The rise of the Belt and Road has once again focused the world's attention on this small border town. People come in droves just to see your wind, even if it's just a distant look, even if it's just a look.

After a thousand years, I finally came. I am at your feet, watching you devoutly. Pushing away the wind and sand for thousands of years, lifting the mysterious veil, I met you. Yellow sand is scattered all over the sky, and the northwest sky is endless and crystal clear. Under the blue sky, you stand quietly, facing the civilized era and people who claim to be civilized after thousands of years. And your civilization, more than 1000 years earlier than ours, you are silent.

I approached you gently, lest my steps disturb you; I try to control my breathing, so as not to disturb you with the turbid breath from modern society. Some tourists subconsciously reach out and touch the cold glass, and then take back their hands. I can't help breaking out in a cold sweat. One hundred years ago, on that cold desert night, a great disaster happened here. More than 9000 volumes, more than 500 paintings, loaded with 29 big boxes and 5 carts, each with three or four horses. In the long years that followed, disasters followed, and each time, it was a bloody memory. It's a national wound. It's a national wound. It's long since dried up, and it's still there. This is an unforgettable memory. Luckily, I am here and you are still here.

After a thousand years, I finally saw you through the glass that seems to have nothing, and I stared at you quietly. You are close to me, but far away. Eyes can reach it, but it's hard to reach it.

I approached you gently. Some murals that have gone through thousands of years are still bright and vivid, and the characters are lifelike ... Some of them have begun to peel off because of man-made destruction, their faces are no longer bright, and some are incomplete, and they have been living in foreign countries. ...

Fortunately, I still met you and met the real you. Walking into the deep and dark grottoes, there are all beautiful murals in front of you. Its exquisite paintings, rich colors, complicated patterns, exquisite composition and exquisite figures are breathtaking. I can't imagine how craftsmen accomplished such a magnificent project in that distant era without superb scientific and technological means. Especially the small Buddha statues on the wall, like three-dimensional printing, have countless identical patterns, with almost no deviation, which is very spectacular.

Walk slowly and look slowly. When you walk in a dark cave, your eyes will suddenly light up. What is that? Someone whispered. I looked up, and there were many young women flying at the top of the cave. Their clothes were fluttering, their faces were beautiful, their facial expressions were delicate and rich, their colors were clear, and their sleeves and skirts were flying. It is flying! I can't help exclaiming. The flying sky, which I used to see only in words and pictures, is truly presented to me for the first time today. Flying in the sky is the symbol of Dunhuang. Flying in the sky, flying with ribbons, playing pipa and scattering flowers are full of rhythm and sense of rhythm. That magical totem is a mysterious force in ancient times, which makes people peaceful.

I walked on, in the dark cave. I heard the rustle of a group of people carrying in the dark a hundred years ago. Although the voice was extremely weak and the action was extremely hidden, I heard it. I heard the dialogue between Taoist King and Stein, and I heard the sigh of the ancients. The scars of the Millennium are still there, and the years can't erase the memory.

Dunhuang, how grand and brilliant it used to be, and how depressed it was. Unfortunately, I didn't see your magnificent and glorious period with my own eyes; Fortunately, after a thousand years, I can walk into you calmly and face you calmly.

Dunhuang used to be an international hub metropolis, where 60% of the world's silk, jade, monks and professional women were concentrated. Probably, just like Shanghai now.

Dunhuang, which has existed for more than a thousand years, was once down and out, but it has never been forgotten. On the first day of coming to Dunhuang, Li Yi, a beautiful and elegant teacher at Dunhuang Painting Academy, proudly said that she was born and raised in Dunhuang, and she loved Dunhuang. Dunhuang has become a spirit, attracting generations of people to come to Dunhuang to study and protect Dunhuang. It is the world-famous Dunhuang. We are lucky to be so close to Dunhuang.

Walking out of the mysterious cave, the sun at six or seven o'clock in the evening is still very warm. The vast sky in the northwest is blue without any impurities. Rows of khaki grottoes spread out along the mountain, which is very spectacular. The nine-story building is still there, built on the mountain, with towering cornices and red painted railings, which set off the blue sunny day in the northwest and is magnificent. This nine-story wooden structure building built in the early Tang Dynasty, namely Cave 96 of the Mogao Grottoes, has become a landmark building of the Mogao Grottoes.

I'm here for a short time, and it's not too long to see the Millennium culture. A glimpse of the Millennium, how deep the fate is, can we travel through time and space and meet each other late. Due to the erosion of years, many murals are being destroyed, and there are fewer and fewer caves to visit. Although the intensity of protection is increasing, the power of nature is unstoppable by human beings, so we can only try to be slow and slow. If a few years later, I wonder if later people will be lucky enough to see it like me.

Yu said: "Looking at the Mogao Grottoes is not about specimens that have been dead for a thousand years, but about life that has lived for a thousand years."

Generations of craftsmen have worked hard in the Mogao Grottoes, and these artistic feats have gathered here. What a magnificent life! Man can't stop the pace of time or the hand of nature, but the life of art is eternal. In another thousand years, Dunhuang may become a symbol, but its former glory will be eternal.

A glimpse of a thousand years is eternity.