Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes
Text/Chen Runmin
Crescent Moon Spring is magical, and there are no golden lights in Mingsha Mountain.
Nine The eaves of the caves are restrained and brilliant under the brown and yellow cliffs.
That thousand Buddhas, thousands of years of dreams, are better than the gathering of grains of sand.
Countless desires, filtered by spring water, brilliant on the murals.
The greatest art palace in the world is hidden in a cave, with a blue sky
Mo Yan. Where do you look at the giant Buddha, which is the largest indoor place?
The rain of flowers along the Silk Road, the lamps, jade pots, luminous cups, old friends in the sun,
are all gilded for life. There's that mottledness in the air.
The green trees did not protect the treasures, but planted the "Dunhuang Study".
The hard-thinking autumn days give way to the dry riverbed,
The fine wine stored in the Mogao Grottoes is brewed, and the mountains and rivers are intoxicated. From now on,
everywhere the bright moon bounces off the pipa, and it is you who flies thousands of miles away.