Author: Yu
From: Cultural Journey Knowledge Publishing House Shanghai1March, 992
Input: Zhu Zhu.
Recommended: CBOGANG
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There is a river outside the Mogao Grottoes. There is a clearing on the other side of the river, and several stupas are built high and low. This tower is round.
Shape, like a gourd, white for external use. Judging from the collapse of several towers, a wooden stake was erected in the center of the tower, and the surrounding of the wooden stake was shaped with yellow mud for the base.
Blue brick. Monks and abbots in Mogao Grottoes have never been rich, which can also be proved from here. The sun sets and the north wind blows hard, which
The dilapidated tower is even sadder.
There is a tower, which is well preserved because it was built recently. There was an inscription on the tower, and when I moved to read it, I was suddenly surprised.
Its owner is actually the king [this word should be: added under the bamboo prefix-input note]!
It is recorded in history that he was a sinner in Dunhuang Grottoes.
I have seen his photos, wearing homespun cotton-padded clothes, with dull eyes and timidity, which was the kind that could be seen everywhere in that era.
A civilian in China. He used to be a farmer in Macheng, Hubei, and fled to Gansu to become a Taoist. After many twists and turns, unfortunately, it became mo.
The location of the grottoes controls the most splendid culture in ancient China. He got little money from foreign adventurers and asked them to save it.
Numerous Dunhuang cultural relics were boxed and transported away. Nowadays, experts from Dunhuang Research Institute have to learn from foreign countries again and again in humiliation.
The museum bought a microfilm of Dunhuang documents, sighed and went to the magnifying glass.
You can vent your anger on him. However, he is too humble, too small, too ignorant, and the biggest dumping is only.
This is casting pearls before swine, in exchange for a look of indifference. Let his ignorant body fully shoulder this heavy cultural debt, even us.
It will be boring.
This is a great national tragedy. Wang Daochang is just a clown in front of his body in this tragedy. A young poet wrote
That evening, when the adventurer Stan was ready to set off with a team of ox carts full of boxes, he looked back at the gloomy western sky.
At sunset. There, the wound of an ancient nation is bleeding.
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I really don't know how a Buddhist holy place can be taken care of by a Taoist priest. Where did the culture of China go? male
Why do children never mention Dunhuang when talking about it?
At that time, it was the beginning of the twentieth century, and European and American artists were brewing a breakthrough in the new chronicle. Rodin is in his studio.
Renoir, Degas and Cezanne are in the late stage of creation, and Manet has already exhibited his Lunch on the Grass. he
Some students admire oriental art, while Dunhuang art is in the hands of Taoist king.
Taoist Wang gets up early every day and likes to walk around the cave, just like an old farmer, watching his house. He is interested in caves.
The mural is a little unsatisfied, dark and dizzy. I wish it were brighter. He found two helpers and brought a bucket.
Lime. Put a long handle on the grass brush, soak it in the lime bucket and start his painting. The first lime brush was too much.
Thin, colorful still looming, farmers work seriously, he carefully painted the second time. The air here is dry, one
After a while, the lime dried. There is nothing left. Laughter in the Tang Dynasty and clothes in the Song Dynasty are all white in the cave. Daoshika
I smiled innocently and inquired about the market price of lime by the way. He figured it out and felt that there was no need to put more for the time being.
The caves are all painted, just brush these. He put down the brush handle philosophically.
When the walls of several caves were completely painted, the plastic sculpture of the middle seat was too eye-catching. In a clean farmhouse, they were embarrassed.
Tina's posture is too ostentatious, and their gentle smiles are a bit embarrassing. Taoist thought of his identity, a Taoist, why not?
How many Shi Tian and Lingguan Bodhisattvas are there here? He told his assistant to borrow some hammers to bend the original plastic sculpture. material
Not bad, just a few times, graceful posture into pieces, gentle smile into mud. I heard that there are several masons in the neighboring village.
Invited, mixed with some mud, began to pile up his Shi Tian and Lingguan. The mason said that he had never done this kind of work, and the Taoist comforted him, no.
Okay, it's just fun. So, just like an urchin making a snowman, here is the nose, here are the hands and feet, and finally I can sit still.
Live. All right. Get more lime and paint it. Draw a pair of eyes and a beard. It looks decent. The Taoist priest spat out a sigh of gratitude.
Go through a few masons before making the next plan.
Today, when I walked into these caves, I felt pale in the face of pale walls and strange images. I hardly have
I can talk. My eyes are shaking with those brushes and hammers. "Stop it!" I let out a cry of pain in my heart, only to see the Taoist king turn around.
Face, full of confusion. Yes, he is tidying up his house. Why do idle people make trouble? I even want to kneel down and whisper to him.
Beg him: "Please wait, wait …" But what are you waiting for? My heart is still pale.
1900 On the morning of May 26th, Taoist Wang still got up early, trying to clean up the accumulated objects in a cave.
Sand. Unexpectedly, when the wall shook, it cracked a crack, and there seemed to be a hidden cave inside. Taoist king strange, quickly way
Open the cave, wow, it's full of real antiques!
Taoist king doesn't understand it at all. This morning, he opened a door that caused a sensation in the world. A kind of permanent learning,
Will be built against this cave. Numerous talented scholars will devote their lives to this cave. The glory and shame of China,
Will be handled by this cave.
Now, he is lying in the cave with a tube. Of course, he doesn't understand these things, but he thinks there are things.
Strange things. Why did the wall crack when I was here? Maybe this is God's reward for me. I picked up a few when I went to the county next time.
Show the county magistrate a scroll and see this miracle by the way.
The county magistrate is a civilian and has some weight. Ye of Gansu Academic Station soon learned that he was a epigraphist.
The family knows the value of caves, so it is suggested that Mrs. Fan transport these cultural relics to the provincial capital for safekeeping. But there are many things, high freight rates and bureaucracy.
The children hesitated again. Only the Taoist king took out some cultural relics again and again and distributed them around the officialdom.
China is poor, but as long as you look at the luxurious life of these bureaucrats, you will know that you will never be poor enough to support this freight.
Not all officials in China are uneducated. They are still turning over the unearthed scrolls in the bright and clean study, speculating about writing dynasties.
Yes But they don't have that childlike heart, and they are determined to protect the heritage of the motherland. They touched their beards gracefully,
Tell his men: "When, ask that Taoist priest to send more!" I have a few pieces. Wrap it. Who are they for?
Jing Guan's birthday present.
At this moment, European and American scholars, sinologists, archaeologists and adventurers, thousands of miles away, camped out and set out for Dunhuang.
Let's go They are willing to sell all their property to pay for smuggling one or two cultural relics back. They are willing to bear hardships, willing to
I came to this newly-opened cave at the risk of being buried in the desert and even being prepared to be beaten and killed. They are at
Smoke from kitchen chimneys is burning in the desert, and tea is still burning in the living room of China officials.
Without any checkpoints and formalities, foreigners went straight to the cave. A brick was placed on the cave.
I bought a lock, and the key hung on Wang Daochang's belt. It's a pity that foreigners, the last stop of their sprint in Wan Li,
I didn't meet the heavily guarded cultural relics protection official residence, the indifferent museum curator, or even the guards and doormen.
Everything cut is actually this dirty Taoist priest. They had to shrug their shoulders humorously.
A simple chat will tell you the taste of Taoist priests. The original plan is redundant, and all the Taoist priests want is.
One of the simplest little deals. It's like exchanging two needles for a chicken and a button for a basket of vegetables. Repeated payment in detail.
Maybe my pen pal is not very calm about changing his account number. I can only say briefly: 1905 10, which was used by Russian Brou Chev.
A little Russian goods carried with you, in exchange for a lot of documents and books; 1used in Hungary in May, 907.
A stack of silver dollars was exchanged for twenty-four boxes of scrolls, three boxes of silks and paintings; 1July, 908, French Pelliot used it again.
A small amount of silver dollars was exchanged for ten carts, more than 6 thousand notebooks and scrolls; 19 1 1 year1October, Koichiro Yoshikawa and Oranges in Japan.
Ruichao bought more than 300 volumes of writing books and two Tang sculptures at an unimaginable low price; 19 14, Stan came again for the second time.
I also exchanged a little silver for five boxes of more than 600 volumes of scriptures; ……
Taoist priests also hesitated for fear of offending God. Eliminate this hesitation is very simple, stein coaxed him to say:
I admire the Tang Priest very much, and this time I came to China from India to learn from him. Since it is Tang Yang.
Monk, then take it away. Daochang Wang opened the door brightly. There is no need for diplomatic rhetoric here, just a few words made up by children now.
Words. Box after box. One cart, another cart. All packed and tied. Whoops, the motorcade is leaving.
I didn't go to the provincial capital because the master said there was no freight. Well, then ship it to London, to Paris, to.
Petersburg to Tokyo.
Taoist king nodded frequently, bowed deeply and sent him a ride. He respectfully addressed Stan because "we adults are afraid to make promises", he said.
Pelliot called it "Lord Bei is afraid of peace". He has some heavy silver dollars in his pocket, which is hard to get in ordinary charity.
Yes After saying goodbye, I thanked Master Si and Master Bei for their "charity". The motorcade has left, and he is still standing at the intersection. desert
On the road, two deep ruts.
When they returned abroad, Stan was warmly welcomed. Their academic reports and investigation reports can always cause a sensation.
Applause. They often mention the eccentric Taoist king in their narratives, which makes foreign audiences feel that they have been rescued from such a fool.
How important it is to give this legacy. They constantly hinted that it was their long journey that made Dunhuang documents move from darkness to light.
Ming.
They are all pragmatic scholars, and academically, I can admire them. However, they forgot in the argument.
Some very basic premises are introduced. It's too late to argue now. I only have a few lines of a contemporary China youth in my mind.
Sentence, which he wrote to the second gold master who burned the Yuanmingyuan:
I hate that I didn't live a century earlier, so that I could look into your eyes, stand in the dark castle and stand in the wilderness where the morning light appeared.
I pick up the white gloves you dropped, either you catch the sword I threw, or you and I each ride a horse and leave the handsome man who covers the sun.
The flag leaves the war like a cloud, Enemy at the Gates.
These poems may be too difficult for this group of literati. But I really want to stop their motorcade in this way. Look at each other
Look, standing in the desert. They will say, you can't learn; Well, find a place first, sit down and learn more.
We can do whatever we want, but we can't quietly take away the legacy left by our ancestors.
I can't help sighing again. What if the motorcade is really stopped by me? It was to be sent to Beijing.
City, regardless of freight. But wasn't there really a batch of cave literature sent to Beijing at that time? There are no wooden cases at the scene, only
Tied with mats, officials reached in and took one along the way, leaving a few bundles where to rest. As a result, when they arrived in Beijing,
It's scattered and deformed.
How many volumes of scriptures can such a big China preserve? Compared with the scene of being tortured by officials in large numbers, I sometimes even want to say cruel.
Bottom line: I'd rather put it in the London Museum! This sentence is not very comfortable after all. Should the motorcade stopped by me leave?
Where are you going? It's difficult here and there, so I can only let him stop crying in the desert.
I hate it!
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I'm not the only one who hates it. Experts from Dunhuang Research Institute hate me more than I do. They don't want to express their feelings, they are just made of iron.
With a straight face, I studied Dunhuang documents for decades. Literary films can be bought from abroad, and the more humiliating they are, the more dense they are.
When I went, an international seminar on Dunhuang studies was being held in Mogao Grottoes. A few days later, a Japanese scholar used a heavy voice
One note said, "I want to correct a past statement. The achievements in recent years show that Dunhuang is located in China and Dunhuang.
Learning is also in China! "
Experts in China are not too excited. They left the meeting silently and walked past the death tower of Taoist Wang.