THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, MAYY COULDN'T SLEEP OVER AND OVER, ONE WAS JET LAG, THE OTHER WAS BLACKMAILED, AND HE COULDN'T GET RID OF HIS BREATH, UNTIL THE SKY BEGAN TO TURN WHITE, AND HE FELL ASLEEP.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already 5:00 p.m., which was the solution to the fatigue and resentment of yesterday's plane.

"Forget it, just buy a high-end souvenir, it's no problem to go back and cheat people. Besides, the big thing is not as big as the hungry thing, take a bath, eat and go. ”

MAY ATE WHAT HE HADN'T EATEN YESTERDAY IN RETALIATION, AND HE ONLY WALKED OUT OF THE RESTAURANT BY HOLDING ON TO THE WALL. When you're full of food and drink, what do you do?

It is said on the Internet that there is a stage play called "See Dunhuang Again" which is very good, so let's go and see it.

When MAY arrived at the theater, there were already many people queuing at the door, and there were no ordinary tickets, only VIP,

"Although the money is a little more, it is good to see clearly and not to queue!"

As soon as I went in and found the location, the lights went dark, and I could only hear people whispering, and my eyes seemed to be empty, and I couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, the lights hit a avenue, and Fan Le remembered,

"The Silk Road begins with itself."

From Zhang Qian to Princess Xiangfu, from Suo Jing to Zhang Yichao, from Tang Xuanzong to Wang Wei, from Wang Taoist to Chang Shuhong, from exotic businessmen to local villagers...... People who walked on the Silk Road thousands of years ago came one after another......

MAY was blown away! Unexpectedly, Dunhuang has such a rich historical accumulation and has produced so many celebrities and righteous people. Although I don't know exactly what they did back then, it can be seen that they have an inseparable connection with this land.

In the dark theater, she followed the time machine to witness the vicissitudes of Dunhuang for thousands of years. Seeing that Wang Yuanqi sold the scriptures to foreigners, a full 50,000 volumes, he could never come back.

Although MAY have grown up abroad, he has always been educated by his parents in the Chinese way, and his love for the motherland is deep-rooted. Seeing this, her heart was like being pressed by a boulder, and she couldn't breathe.

In this calm atmosphere, she suddenly heard a voice next to her:

"Heaven, take away all their filthy souls, and then throw them into hell and be trampled weeds, and they will never recover, and they will live forever."

MAY LOOKED OVER WITH THE VOICE:

A man with hair just covering his eyebrows, a high bridge of his nose, and a very beautiful silhouette of his side face. He is 185 cm tall and has a thin stature and long legs. Although she couldn't see her appearance clearly, her intuition told her that this was a handsome guy. The words that came out of his mouth just now seemed out of place, as if another person was talking, and he just cooperated to open his mouth.

THE MAN DIDN'T NOTICE THAT MAYY WAS LOOKING AT HIM, AND REPEATED WHAT HE HAD JUST SAID. This time MAY is sure that he said it, what is it?

Is it anger? Is it hatred?

But why are there tears in the corners of the eyes!

MAY PULLED A TISSUE OUT OF HIS POCKET, GENTLY TOUCHED THE MAN, AND HANDED IT TO HIM.

The man was startled, turned his head to look at MAY, and the displeasure only stayed on his face for a few seconds, and immediately politely took the tissue and smiled slightly,

"Thank you!"

The man's smile was warm, like the morning sun, bright but not hot.

"I'm afraid it was too deep into the drama just now."

MAY GAVE HIM A POLITE SMILE BACK.

As the plot continues to develop, MAY is completely immersed in it, crying with him (her) and laughing with him (her).

She followed the crowd in the dark theater to see the Tibetan Scripture Cave for more than 1,000 years, the Mogao Cave for more than 2,000 years, the Silk Road for more than 7,000 years, the ancient road and the post station, the Xiongnu and the Dayue clan have disappeared, Zhang Sai and Huo Quai, Princess Xie Wu and Princess Xiangfu have also gone away.

The Bodhisattva said:

"No, I'm here, I've always been there, I'm not leaving!

I am your green waters and green mountains,

I am your boundless righteousness,

I am your ancestor who came 2100 years ago,

I am the scroll which you have imprinted on your heart;

I am your way,

I am a vow on your way;

I am your Han Dynasty,

I am your Sui Dynasty,

I am your Tang Dynasty,

I am your Ming Dynasty, I am the most magnificent wheat field in this land, I am the most vast sky in this wheat field, I am your spring, I am your summer, I am your autumn, I am your winter, I am your eternal bloodline, I am the endless reproduction of your children and grandchildren, I am your moment, I am your thousand years. ＂

The hustle and bustle of the past has become a song of the Qiang flute, and the prosperity of the past has become a handful of yellow sand.

A thousand years, a moment.

AT THE END OF THE SONG, THE LIGHTS ARE ON, AND THE MAY IS STILL UNABLE TO EXTRICATE ITSELF FROM THE MILLENNIUM.

"Are you okay?" A VOICE WITH A FAINT ATTRACTION SOUNDED IN MAY'S EARS, "HERE YOU GO!" The paper towel had run out, and the tears were still flowing unstoppably, and someone next to me handed over a tissue, and MAY took it without raising his head.

"Thank you!"

"I should thank you, thank you for handing me the tissue just now!"

MAY WIPED AWAY HIS TEARS AND LOOKED UP, CLEARLY SEEING THE MAN IN FRONT OF HIM.

"Oh my God!

What a beauty this is!

With red hair, thick eyebrows, fair skin, slightly thin lips, slightly raised corners of the mouth, clear and straight face, and a cleanly shaved beard, it is really envious for men and jealous for women.

The eyes are slender, the pupils are very dark, and the whole looks like a character from an anime.

It's just that these eyes are too deep, like a pool of cold water, bottomless. ”

"Do you come to see the show alone?" The man asked.

"Well, come to travel, I heard that this show is good, so let's take a look."

"Which hotel to stay in?" The man asked.

"You ......"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I just see you alone, and I'm afraid that it won't be safe at night, so I want to send you back as a thank you."

"Well, no thanks, you gave me tissues anyway, and we're even. It is said on the Internet that the safety factor of Dunhuang is very high, so I can take a taxi back by myself. ”

The man nodded,

"Okay, I wish you a good time in Dunhuang, and don't forget to bring some special products to your friends when you go back, and promote Dunhuang by the way."

"yes, okay, got it."

Back at the hotel, it was another sleepless night, so I simply turned on the computer and saw where to go tomorrow.

While searching, MAY thought about the man's words just now, "Buy some souvenirs and go back, what are these souvenirs?" You can't bring food and drink, and you can't take away the murals and stone statues in Mogao Grottoes, what else? ”

"Ah, by the way, you can't take away the real murals, you can always take the copied murals with you, take them back to hang them in a frame at home, or the silk scarves and bags dyed with mural elements, I heard that they can also be customized, go back and give them to the sisters, Chi."

ese style, handsome explosion. ”

"OK, that's it, I'll choose tomorrow!"

"In case there is no ready-made one I like, then it is customized, if it is customized, what pattern should I choose?"

"Ah, yesterday the aunt who sold the print said that the person who painted that picture was very good, and I haven't even looked at it carefully!"

THINKING OF THIS, MAY GO TO TEAR DOWN YESTERDAY'S PAINTING.

This is a statue of Guanyin: in the hazy moonlight, leisurely sitting on the throne, like a noble lady, leaning against the mountain rocks, surrounded by bamboo forests behind the mountain, Guanyin is shrouded in a transparent halo, holding his head high, looking at the crescent moon on the edge of the sky that is obscured by clouds. There is a gurgling water in front of him, and the lotus flowers blooming in the water, as if they are immersed in the quiet world of this moonlit night, contemplating and contemplating, and as if listening to the suffering of the world, with a compassionate heart to help the suffering people at any time.

The lines are smooth and chic, but the coloring seems to be almost hot.

"I thought this painter was a god, a print costs 10,000 yuan, hum!" MAY THOUGHT TO HIMSELF, AND BY THE WAY, HE LOOKED AT THE PAYMENT,

“N.B！”

What does it mean to draw oriental art, with an English name?

Take a closer look.

Oops, I'll go!

The man called, "Cow B?!" ”