Do you remember? In what year, on which day, and in which place, I say to you, "Be my beauty bodhisattva!" You smiled and said to me, "Okay, I'll be your beauty bodhisattva!" ”

I want you to be my beauty bodhisattva because I saw an ancient mural; You agreed to be my beauty bodhisattva because you heard a beautiful legend.

It was the summer vacation of 1958, and your mother was going to Dunhuang to copy and sketch, which was her long-cherished wish for many years. The opportunity has finally come, how can you miss it? Because your father had to come back from a business trip to Shanghai for a long time, he didn't feel comfortable leaving you alone at home, so he decided to take you with him. You're just free from the shackles of the piano, and you can't afford to go outside and play crazy.

The first time you go out with your mom, you want to have a peer as your companion. Come to think of it, I'm the best fit. So, you desperately stuff stuff things into your travel bag, and it gets heavy, heavy. Mom is very worried, you just say touch a bag! Mom thought it was a good idea, and after thinking about it, she figured it out to me. At that time, my heart was wild, and when I heard that your mother was going to take us both to Dunhuang, it almost made me crazy. It wasn't until after you got married that you told me that you chose me because you liked me more and more. At that time, you decided that I had a literary talent, and maybe I could really become a writer in the future. Otherwise, why would you want to be nice to me?

The two of us live in the same alley, and the two windows are looking at the window, and the door is facing the door. Because my mother was so good at needlework, your mother always asked her to make clothes for your house. Therefore, the two of us are playing together, and we can also be called childhood sweethearts, two little guesses. Although our family backgrounds are different, you are the daughter of a big capitalist and I am the son of a small clerk, but it has not affected the relationship between the two of us.

I remember that year was the time of the big steel smelting, often in class, the teacher was talking in the middle of the mood, the small loudspeaker in the classroom would suddenly sound: "Attention students, please pay attention to students, please pay attention, gather in the playground immediately, there is an important task!" "We all know that the so-called important task is to go to the road to pick scrap iron. Of course I'm very happy because I can wander around again. Seeing the students happily pouring out of the classroom, the teacher looked helpless.

Whenever the school sends the students to pick up scrap metal on the road, you sneak home and play your Chopin and Beethoven behind closed doors. I once asked you, is it annoying to lock yourself in your room and play the piano every day? You say, it's annoying! How can you not be annoyed by playing the same etudes all day long? You still tell me that your mother forced you to practice! She is bent on cultivating you into the world's top piano artist, and she doesn't know how much money she has invested. I heard that the Austrian Bosendor piano was specially bought from Vienna.

In fact, I know very well in my heart that the reason for avoiding picking scrap iron is not because you have any opinion on large-scale steelmaking. The amount of steel produced in a country indicates the degree of industrialization of the country. The big iron gate in our alley has been demolished and used to make steel, so you are very supportive. However, telling you girls to throw away your textbooks and wander the streets in groups is really a big sight. Not to mention that it is not right to ask students to give up their studies to become angels on the road. And what is difficult is that at that time, adults and children were picking scrap metal everywhere, where can they still find it on the road? Didn't all the scrap iron I picked up come from scrap metal piles in the suburbs? What's even more ridiculous is that I stole some spear heads, big blades, and so on. If you have enough trouble in the alley, I will give you a few things and tell you to go to school on an errand. Once the teacher asked you, I saw that you were very quiet, and you were all knives and guns, which made you blush like a carrot.

The school is not open as normal, and there is no way for the teaching office. Steelmaking, a game of chess across the country, and schools also have tasks. Otherwise, how can it "catch up with Britain in 15 years"? There was a bumper harvest of sweet potatoes that year, and there were sacks of sweet potatoes piled up everywhere on the side of the road. We boys ate wherever we went, and when we were full and couldn't eat, we would use sweet potatoes as grenades and throw them around to fight and play. Now that I think about it, what a tyrannical thing!

Remember that night? The school called on each student to donate 30 briquettes and 15 pieces of wood, set up a stove on the playground, and stuff the scrap iron picked up on the side of the road into the fire. When the scrap metal burned red, it was clamped out and smashed with a hammer. Knock off the red rust on the outside, and the iron reveals blue, which is the steel that is made. I remember that the big brothers in the high school class also set up a clay steel furnace in the backyard of the school, and they were quite lively. Later, when they heard that it was not steel at all, they were still not convinced, and some even cried angrily.

Once, at night, a dozen of our male classmates, following a bad class leader who was later expelled from school, had enough to walk down the road and quietly slipped back to the school and hid in the classroom. Everyone put together the chairs as beds, and lay down in the dark to listen to the story of the squad leader. What he talked about the most energetically was how to hide under the bed in his brother's room and peek at his sister-in-law taking a bath. In the middle of the night, someone woke up with urine, and the hooligan squad leader was worried about being discovered by the school workers, so he didn't ask everyone to go to the toilet, and they all urinated in the classroom. During the day, when the students came to class, the smell of urine in the classroom made people cover their noses.

Of course, something like this that makes a lot of trouble will never happen to your girls' class.

On the way to Dunhuang, I was very attentive, and almost all the big bags were pressed on my shoulders. I'm not afraid of hard work, not so much to please your mother, but to pat your ass. Later, I noticed that the travel bag was getting lighter and lighter. It turns out that you see that I am so tired that I secretly throw a lot of things in my bag. My heart is sweet, and you know that you feel sorry for me at that time! Your mother finally got the taste and scolded you for being a little ghost!

The ancient city of Dunhuang, which was once prosperous, was once famous for its profound cultural connotation. However, in the long river of history, it has fallen lonely and decayed with the withering of business travel, and it has lost the solemnity and prosperity of the Buddhist holy land of the past. The cave temples that once gathered believers have also been cut off. However, the Mogao Grottoes, located in the hinterland of the reckless Gobi Desert, had a strange event in the last years of the Qing Dynasty. When the Taoist Wang Yuanqi was cleaning the sand in the cave, he stumbled upon a cave that had been closed for thousands of years. As a result, Wang Daoist lobbied officials everywhere for protection, but when he saw that no one cared, he couldn't help but be disheartened. After the Jew Stein heard about it, with the help of a so-called Master Jiang, he took advantage of the worship of Tang Seng in "Journey to the West" by Wang Daoshi, and panicked that he was a great monk in the West. This trick is very clever, and Daoist Wang was suspicious, so he fell into the trap. The priceless Dunhuang scrolls were pulled away by Stein in a donkey cart after spending only a few dozen taels of silver. Later, some foreigners flocked to it. Tens of thousands of Buddhist scripture scripts, engravings, embroidery, paper paintings, silk paintings, bronze Buddhas and ritual utensils in the cave were frantically stolen and plundered. However, the Mogao Grottoes in the ancient city of Dunhuang have been famous at home and abroad since then.

When the scriptures of the Tibetan Scripture Cave were almost divided, the figure of the Wang Taoist gradually disappeared in the long river of history. It is said that in his later years, Wang Daoist was strongly condemned by the local people and once pretended to be crazy and fled from the Sanqing Palace. When the 80-year-old Taoist Wang died in 1931, his disciples built a stupa for him, and the pagoda tablet recorded the process of discovering the cave. It is undeniable that Daoist Wang has contributed to the discovery of the cave. However, his criminal transactions with Stein and others have caused the treasures of the Zangjing Cave to be scattered to 22 countries in the world, causing an unprecedented catastrophe in the history of Chinese culture, and he is also a sinner of the Mogao Caves through the ages. However, to whom does Wang Yuanji's unjust soul go to? He had lobbied officials from all walks of life, but none of them had stepped forward to protect the national treasure. How can a small Taoist priest be able to take on such a big responsibility? I think the real sinners should be the corrupt Manchu government, not Wang Yuanji.

Your mother took the two of us and rode a camel into the Dunhuang territory. The endless Gobi Desert, the sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses, giving people a solemn and desolate feeling. When we came to Crescent Spring and Mingsha Mountain, we were stunned by the wonders there. I can't imagine that in the depths of the desert, there is such a fascinating oasis. Surrounded by Mingsha Mountain, the mythical crescent moon spring resembles a crescent moon on the surface of the water, which is a wonder of the world even though it has not dried up for thousands of years.

Since your mother is a famous female painter, the old director of the Dunhuang Cultural Relics Research Institute also specially arranged a place for us to live. Do you remember the Sanwei Mountain opposite the Mogao Grottoes? The sunset shoots out ten thousand golden rays, brilliant and holy, and extremely strange. Facing the glorious sacred mountain, the old director told us a beautiful legend that once upon a time, there lived a beautiful Uighur princess. She was born with a beautiful face and a moon appearance, a dark fragrance on her body, a bogu through the present, and excellent martial arts, known as the "Ice and Snow Beauty Bodhisattva Heart". When the country was ruined and her family was ruined, although she had her own love, she couldn't pursue it. In order to protect her subjects, she endured humiliation and married the invaders, and exchanged her beauty for the peace of the people. At the wedding ceremony, she was not afraid of rape and jumped from a high city tower, leaving a thousand years of grievances. Her tears turned into a blue spring. No one can know that beside the lonely Silk Road, an amorous and lonely soul returns night and night, if it pretends to be by the crescent spring under Mingsha Mountain, silently guarding the Chinese treasures in the cave.

This sentimental and poignant legend touches you deeply. When I heard that there is a beauty cave in Mogao Grottoes, and there is a beautiful Bodhisattva depicted in the "Saying Map" in the cave, which is painted in the appearance of the Uighur princess, you can't hold it back, and force the old director to take us to watch.

The next day, the old director led us into Cave 57, and sure enough, on the mural of the "Saying Map", we saw the beauty of the Bodhisattva. She wore a golden crown of Buddha painting on her head, and a light layer of skin color was applied to her beautiful face, which looked white and red, as if she had worn makeup. The thin eyebrows drooped, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the cherry mouth was small. Her figure is long, slim, elegant and quiet.

I heard the old director say that in the mysterious world of Buddhism, there are thousands of bodhisattvas who are like flowers. They are beautiful but not demonic, glamorous but not charming. I have checked the Buddhist scriptures, and the bodhisattva is second only to the Buddha. She went up to Bodhi, turned into sentient beings, and used the teachings of the Buddha to save all sentient beings. Your mother was also fascinated by the beauty of the Bodhisattva, and she opened her picture folder and copied the mural with emotion. And you and I quietly slipped out of the beauty cave.

I will never forget that moment, when you and I walked out of the cave, auspicious clouds appeared in the sky, like scattered flowers in the sky. Suddenly, a ray of sunlight pours down from the sky and shines squarely on you. I saw that you were radiant, smiling, and generous. It is not an exaggeration to say that you are "cheeks and new li, greasy nose, gentle and silent, and amiable". Especially the big eyes that are bright and bright, like autumn waves, graceful and charming. Delicate demeanor, glamorous but not vulgar, charming but not demonic. I was stunned all of a sudden, oh, you are the beauty bodhisattva!

Buddhist scriptures say that Bodhisattva is the abbreviation of Bodhisattva. Bodhi is enlightenment, and satta is sentient beings or sentient beings. Bodhicitta is a bodhisattva, and it is a common term for the Mahayana path. Bodhisattvas are both enlightened beings and sentient beings who have made it their mission to enlighten others. But when it comes to bodhisattvas, ordinary people always think of Manjushri, Guanyin, Puxian, and Jizo, so they don't dare to call themselves bodhisattvas. In fact, anyone who has the spirit of compassion and wisdom, regardless of whether he is a monk or a great virtue at home, can be called a bodhisattva. My teasing, you say that you are covered with clouds and mountains, and I don't understand it very well. So I simply said, beauty is like jade, and bodhisattvas are like flowers. Although you are not a great virtue, in my mind, you are the supreme and noble, the most perfect and the most beautiful, the most pure and the most pure, and the closest goddess, that is, the beauty bodhisattva. You smile and say, okay, I'll answer you! It's not a bad thing to be your beauty bodhisattva.

In Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes, because of my mother's face, the cave temples that can be visited are not open to the public, and the old director also gave the green light, which really made us gain knowledge! The flying sky that bounced the pipa touched us a lot. If you don't study hard, how can you have such a high level?

You will never forget what an earth-shattering thing you did when you were in Dunhuang, that is, I went with you to explore the Gobi Desert. At that time, I had only heard that it was very mysterious, but I didn't think about whether it was dangerous or not. We carried your mother on our backs and set off secretly.

The endless Gobi Desert is rough, primitive and bold. The earth, paved with gray gravel and pebbles, was scorched by the scorching sun as if it were about to burn, and the heat was steaming. The young grass stems poke their heads out of the cracks in the pebbles, stubbornly supporting the sparse leaves. Ugly four-legged snake, lazily prostrate on the ground, motionless basking in the sun. A few yellow sheep that ran like a flight disappeared without a trace on the Gobi Desert in an instant. In the clear blue sky, an eagle is soaring. As we walked over a hillside, the sky suddenly turned red and the long fine sand was blown up by the wind. We didn't know it was a precursor to a black sandstorm, and we kept going. In an instant, the wind covered the sky with sand and dust, and the sky quickly turned from red to black, and the visibility was less than a few feet, and nothing could be seen around it. At this time, the sand flying in the sky seemed to be dumped by someone, covering the sky and impervious to light. The whirlwind wrapped in sand and soil turned the heavens and the earth black.

I have heard that if you encounter a black sandstorm on the Gobi Desert, you must not stop advancing, otherwise it is very likely that you will be buried in the ground by the yellow sand. So I took you by the hand and struggled forward. I don't know when the black sandstorm passed, and we got lost. When you scolded yourself bitterly, I took the responsibility on myself and never said a word to complain about you. At that time, you were moved to tears, saying that I was too much of a man!

In the forbidden area of life, the scorching sun is so hot that people can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into. It takes a lot of courage and perseverance to endure the dry heat of the Gobi Desert and walk forward with difficulty. What's even more terrifying is that if you can't get out of the Gobi Desert before dark, you will have to freeze to death if you don't die of thirst. Chapped lips bleed from bright light and excessive dryness of the air. We felt our minds swell, and our eyes were gray. Looking at the magical mirage that kept appearing in the distance, we thought it was a body of water, but it didn't exist at all. You finally couldn't walk anymore, and you fell headlong to the ground and fainted. When you wake up, you find yourself lying on my back.

I'm carrying you on my back, and it's getting harder and harder step by step. As I walked, I muttered: "On the deserted Gobi Desert, the yellow sand was violently swept into the air, stirring up a thick pillar of heaven. It is like a crazy devil, mysteriously spinning and moving, showing its obscenity. The vast Gobi Desert, on the other hand, maintains its own unique tranquility. Beauty Bodhisattva, I'm not playing tricks with you, it's all about cheering myself up. Oh, we raised our heads, and sure enough, we saw the majestic artistic conception of the strange and magnificent "lonely smoke in the desert" outside the Saiwai. On the desolate Gobi Desert, I was finally exhausted. At the moment when I suddenly fell, on the empty Gobi Desert, there was a sound of camel bells.

After we were rescued, your mother scolded me for being a bloody squirt. No matter how much you explain to your mom that the real culprit is you, she just doesn't believe it. The more you cry out for me, the more she thinks you're stupid. As for me, I always bowed my head and remained silent. Later, thanks to the old director, who couldn't stand it anymore and said a few good words for me, my mother restrained a little. But she is still very stubborn, saying that if you don't bring me to Dunhuang, you won't have that much courage. You see, mothers are probably like this, no matter what trouble their children cause, they always rely on other people's children.

You have complained to me, "Why don't you speak for yourself? I said, "I am willing to bear everything for you, because you are my beauty bodhisattva." You just said, "Bao Jianming, are you stupid?" "Later, you figured it out, but I'm not stupid. The more I silently bear the blame for you, the more you like me and see me as a person you can trust. I quietly sowed the seeds of love in the budding season of your youth, unassumingly and unsophisticated, which is my cleverness. Don't you feel it? After returning from Dunhuang, you have treated me better. Sometimes I think: "You are so beautiful, your family life is so superior, my father is the vice chairman of the Municipal Federation of Industry and Commerce and a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference." Mom is also a famous painter and a representative of the Municipal People's Congress, why do you want to be kind to me, a poor boy? You always smile and say, "Because I am your beauty bodhisattva!" "Yes, they are all bodhisattvas, and they must have the desire to practice the six paramitas, so how can they think that I am poor and do not care about me? I seem to rightfully deserve your favor.