"Change what can be changed, accept what can't be changed" – I remember the seemingly subtle but useless words of philosophers.

I hope to solve the problems encountered by the electric falcon and at the same time deeply understand the profound secrets contained in the "rebound pipa diagram".

Now, the most beneficial and attractive point for me is the appearance of Jian Pengfei. Unlike modern so-called experts, his views are based on borderlessness, politics, and selflessness, that is, the "theory of self-forgetfulness".

Only such a person can tell the truth, do real things, reveal the only truth that exists between heaven and earth, and restore the world to its original face.

I have no intention of denigrating those Dunhuang experts who are in the limelight and scolding Fang Xuan in the world, whether they are from foreign countries or from China, they all have their own unique views and theoretical bases, and they expound the great wonders of the Mogao Grottoes from different angles.

They are them, I am me, Jian Pengfei is Jian Pengfei, and the three are not the same.

Looking at the empty ancient stage, I suddenly stroked my chest and laughed, laughing at the stupidity and delusion of the electric falcon, laughing at the rumors of the bodyguards, laughing at the foreign power and middle cadres of this northern country, and laughing at the hundreds of millions of people in the world...... Everyone wants to get something for nothing, hoping that a pie will fall from the sky and fall on their heads. Their research on the problem is limited to setting up cameras outdoors, and then hiding in fortresses, where the wind does not blow, the rain does not rain, the radiation does not damage, and the magnetic field does not threaten, and they only do "research in a greenhouse" and tell the world in a loud way that "we have done our best, but there is no solution to this problem." ”

"The main reason why there are so few successful people in this world is that most people lack a high desire for success, and are just shouting slogans and empty words. Everyone cherishes their feathers too much, and takes 'live well' as the first principle...... "I didn't want to think about it anymore, so I grabbed two large handfuls of snow and slowly rubbed them on my hot cheeks.

Instead of mocking others, meditate.

I slowly adjusted my sitting position, crossed my legs as if crossed, pressed my knees with the palms of my hands, and controlled my breathing, so that the rhythm of exhaling and inhaling kept up with the "thump, thump" of falling snowflakes.

Meditation is the essence of thousands of years of spiritual and physical research by Indian yoga masters.

When I began to "look inward" with the power of my mind, I gradually got rid of the noise of the outside world, and my ears were clear, and then I heard my own "heart sound".

In this realm, man and nature gradually become one and become a part of nature, just like heavy snowfall.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe ten minutes, I suddenly heard a burst of ancient music, it should be an ensemble of guqin, sheng flute, huqin, and qiang drum, primitive and vivid, with the aura of fireworks that do not eat the world.

When I opened my eyes, the Northern Lights were still there, and in the light and shadow, there were many vague shadows on the ancient stage, and those ancient music were played by the shadows.

"This is probably what the electric falcon sees - the illusion is born from the heart, the person is here, the illusion is in the human eye, but it will not be captured by the camera." I knew I was right. The Electric Falcon was evacuated due to danger and will never be able to see the illusion again.

I tried to rub my eyes, but I couldn't see the shadows.

"Illusions come from the heart, the eyes are powerless, and only by strengthening the voice of the heart will they go deep into it." I silently closed my eyes, relaxed, and let the presence of those shadows take its course.

Before I knew it, I seemed to be back in the Mogao Grottoes three years ago. When I was allowed to enter Cave 112 for the first time as a member of the painting troupe, I stood in front of the bouncing pipa diagram, breathing in the dry breath unique to the cave, and my whole body was shivering with nervousness.

At that time, I was full of awe of the Mogao Grottoes, those murals, partition walls, sculptures, and Buddha statues were all priceless national treasures in my eyes, and I didn't even dare to stretch out my little finger to touch them, but just held my breath and came close to observe.

This is my truest feeling about the Mogao Grottoes, which I have never regarded as a tourist scenic spot, but a dictionary of the metaphysical world, and I dare not have the slightest contempt and blasphemy.

Every time I entered the cave, I consciously muted my phone and spoke in a volume that was two octaves lower.

Other painters would carry some snacks, fruits, drinks, etc. in their backpacks, and when they were tired of painting, they would take them out and eat them, regardless of etiquette. I, on the other hand, never ate in the cave, and even when I took out a cup to drink, I avoided murals and Buddha statues, lest I lose my manners.

In my subconscious, the figures in the murals and the statues on the Buddhist shrines are all alive, and their eyes are like torches, overlooking all living beings.

Whoever disrespects them will be punished without a cause.

In my eyes, the young dancers in the bouncing pipa are beautiful, and their movements are full of philosophical wisdom, and there is absolutely no sense of entertainment and banter. Although I still haven't grasped the true meaning, I clearly feel that she is using that unique movement to warn the world.

The sound of the ancient music became clearer and clearer, and I didn't open my eyes, but tried my best to feel the presence of the performer.

I smelled the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the fragrance was thick and pervasive, completely overshadowing the cold air emitted by the ice and snow.

The sound of ancient music gradually lowered, and a pipa sounded, from slow, soft, and clear to rapid, agitated, and high-pitched, instantly igniting the blood in my chest.

I subconsciously opened my eyes, and in the middle of the ancient stage, a woman as beautiful as the first bloom of a summer lotus was waving her fingers.

She is so beautiful that when I saw her, the beauties I had seen in film and television works in the past were immediately eclipsed, and they were all compared.

Beauty is secondary, and the most important thing is that she is integrated with the pipa and the pipa music, the person is the pipa, and the person is the tune, which makes me in a trance, and I can't tell whether it is the beauty of the person or the beauty of the sound of the pipa.

"Who the hell is she?" I murmured.

She is certainly not the dancer in the mural in Cave 112, but a completely different woman. It's no wonder that the electric falcon was fascinated by her after only watching it once, and if it weren't for my strong determination, I would have fallen into it involuntarily.

I reached forward and touched only air.

Ancient music and characters are illusions, and it is really superfluous for me to do this.

I stood up, and the woman suddenly turned around, and the lute was put behind her back, and the fingers of her hands were not messed up at all, and the sound of the lute sounded like a raging storm.

"It's killing...... It is a fierce battle, a desperate struggle in the face of a great enemy, such ancient music can make people cry...... "I carefully tasted the emotions revealed in the sound of the pipa, and my mood suddenly sank, and I realized that this was actually a sad music.

The mourning soldiers will win, and at the same time, the mourning soldiers will die.

The pipa song celebrates those who sacrificed their lives for the country, and at the same time plays the last elegy for them.

In the era when the Northern Union had not yet collapsed, there was a war known as the "Great Patriotic War", one of the countless classic battles of World War II. In that battle, all the people of the Northern Alliance were soldiers, even the girl who had just put down her schoolbag, the young woman who was waiting to be fed with a baby in her arms, and the old woman who was crushed by the heavy life, all picked up the steel guns left by the young and middle-aged soldiers after their sacrifices, and resolutely rushed to the battlefield to start a bloody battle with the invaders.

After the battle, the invaders were defeated and fled westward. Taking advantage of the victory, the Northern Alliance crossed half of Europe and invaded Berlin, planting the banner of the Northern Alliance on the roof of the Nazi Chancellery.

That battle could not be more appropriate to describe with the word "tragic".

To me, this song is the equivalent of seeing off the dead, seriously wounded, and surviving in that battle, and sending them to the paradise of the brave.

"I get it, I get it." I said to myself.

For any work of art, only by understanding the meaning that the author wants to express can we break through the surface and go deep into its final artistic conception.

This lute is a work of art, as are the murals in Cave 112. I understood the meaning of the pipa music, but I didn't understand the meaning of the mural.

"Come with me." A voice said.

Behind the dancers, it seems that someone turned around from the table, put his hands behind his back, and walked away.

I immediately followed, ignoring the treacherous terrain of the mountain.

Soon, we left the ancient stage one after the other, and all the ancient music was left behind.

Ahead of me was a scrawny man in a teal gown, with extremely long hair that dragged to the ground, and his feet hanging down in the snow.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Unexpectedly, although he spoke, he did not answer the question, but repeated my words word for word: "Where are we going?" ”

I was stunned and blurted out: "Senior, I'm here to solve the problem, please don't joke, I can't afford to delay the time." ”

He still repeats the same, without looking back or stopping.

I quickened my pace and tried to overtake him and stop him. However, I ran for a while, and found that he was also speeding at the same speed, and the distance between us never shortened.

At the end, when we stopped, he stopped.

We were standing in front of a large vertical stone wall, a foot apart.

"Who the hell are you—you're my shadow? Still is...... Am I your shadow? "I had more and more strange thoughts in my head, but with my super sixth sense, I suddenly realized that it was a shadow-related chase.

He stood in front of me, but he was my shadow, for the light shone from behind me. If I turn around and run back, he's a chaser. However, I still wondered, "Why did I become like him?" ”

No matter how tall we are, how fat or thin, or how we walk, we are all completely different, and we don't look like the same person at all.

I took a deep breath and faced the cliff.

Unsurprisingly, he turned to face the cliff as well.

"It was supposed to be a night party in the Northern Lights, but because of your presence, my mind was a mess. You don't speak, but you can give me a kind of enlightenment—do you want to tell me that you are my future or the past? Is it a lesson from behind me or a rut from the past? Well, whatever you are, let me take a closer look at you, okay? I said.

He still repeated my words, but when I finished, I slapped my palms against the stone wall and my body spun sharply counterclockwise.

Before I did this, I knew that he would rotate like me, but according to the "visual persistence" of the human eye, I could barely see his side when he was spinning, and I could know if he looked like me or not.

Soon, my question was answered – he was me.

In other words, I see a different "me", although the body type is different, but the facial features are the same.

I was speechless, for I had never been as destitute as he had since I could remember.

His appearance is equivalent to that of an ascetic on the streets of Kathmandu, Nepal, ragged and pitiful.

"If he represents the future of me, how can I change all this?" My heart ached.