wh
发帖数: 141625 | 1 读书时写的，请指正。乐尊是第一个开凿敦煌莫高窟的人。
Decision-making for Buddha
It was A. D. 366 in the Sixteen Kingdoms Dynasty. A monk named Yue Zun set out from
Chang'an for the wild, unknown north-west land. He became the pioneer of
the Dunhuang District, and laid foundation for the later renowned Dunhuang
Caves.
He is walking in the Gobi Desert. The sun is burning and scorching the earth
as usual. He has been walking for four days.
In his haversack there is an empty water-bottle, a book of scriptures, and a
piece of bun as hard as stone. The bun can last three more days, for he eats
very little. But even three days is impossible: There is no water. The
biggest threat in a desert comes not so much from hunger as from thirst. He
knows he cannot survive tonight—he will die this very evening, or even dusk.
How he has come to this is all so ridiculous as one might say. He has been
striking the wooden fish for thirty-two years of his life and read all the
scriptures in the temple. By every appearance he is a staunch Buddhist,
praised by the Buddhist abbot and expected to be his successor. But at night
when he lies in bed gazing at the moon and thinking, there always comes a
gnawing feeling of unfulfilment. Books are all very well, but they are not
enough. He still lacks something solid and tangible. When he preaches he
feels an acute lack of confidence as if his sermon were floating and
drifting. Why on earth is there Misery? However can Buddha help? It may be
vague at first, but day by day it clears up, weighs on his mind and twitches
his heart until at last he makes up his mind, packs up his things and sets
out to find a basis for his belief in other than speculative ways.
He has deliberately chosen this land, bare and barren on the map, in order
to experience something intense and extreme. It proves true and worthy in
such a mocking way—that in return for its extreme it demands his life.
All within sight is pure Gobi Desert, a mass of yellowish brown and cracked
soil. It looks the same every day as if he had never moved. Going the west
is like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world when there is
no man, no noise, all but a dead tranquility. In the first few days when he
rides on his horse, he who has been accustomed to green trees and colorful
world gets a real shock. Everywhere there is the cracked soil, dry in the
highest degree, which he dare not look at for more than two minutes for his
eyes would ache and seem also cracked in the eye-corners. Now and then he
sees odd patches of green on which a peasant or two are bent at work. That
is a sight, a piece of red cloth (their usual dress) against a vast, filthy
yellow land. They work a whole year hard, sometimes with no single grain
gained in the end, they know it only too well and they accept it and go on
with it, philosophically. He is shaken by the poverty, the evilness of
nature and the subsistence and endurance of man. Which cannot be felt either
in the boisterous city or in the unearthly temple. But that has faded out
of being as he goes further on. The dry yellow swallows everything. His
horse died four days ago of thirst. Now there is no life in sight—except
for bits of weed baked a dingy brown. Camels are said to live on this plant
on their journey through the desert. It is extremely thorny—his finger gets
pricked when he picks the tiny ox-blood berry from its top. It has a bitter
taste with barely any juice that teases rather than quenches the tremendous
thirst. Nonetheless he admires it. It is fighting for survival against such
vicious nature and has succeeded; whereas a piece of mankind, despite being
so well-composed by the Builder of the universe, is frail enough to be
defeated.
He drags his feet forward, forcibly. He has chosen it himself, and he never
regrets. He has never been so close to the earth, so firm in his advance and
so calm in his soul. He has learnt to know his people, how they live and
how they endure. His heart craves for Buddha more than ever—but He does not
appear as the scripture says. He will take his defeat as philosophically as
his peasant counterparts, lying in the earth-bed; but he cannot hide the
profound disappointment inside him. While finding his basis he has lost his
Buddha—isn't it another mockery?
Gradually the glare of the desert softens and he knows it is about sunset.
He raises his head, intending to give his last salute to this glorious
killer. All of a sudden he is astounded. He stands petrified and cannot
breathe. What is it before his eyes?
Not far ahead rises a mountain. It is neither high nor steep but clearly
distinguishes itself from the devilish desert. The sun is setting. The mount
stands against the fiery sky, gilded a layer of magnificent golden, and
seems to brighten and radiate by itself. And above all, on its top appears
his Buddha! The image is shining more brightly, cloaking the desert the man
the sky with a beautiful warm hue.
He is instantly melted in that glory. Unconsciously he goes down on his
knees, closes his hands above his head and bows piously. He has been craving
silently and wildly for his Buddha so long and Buddha has at last come to
him before his death. Every hesitation and disappointment is swept away as
he gazes into that familiar, philanthropic countenance. Only Buddha sees his
trouble and misery. Only He is present when he is alone suffering and
struggling. It is Buddha who knows what the wretched heart endures and longs
for. He chokes with passion as he looks. The sun, the mount, Buddha, he
sees it all. It occurs to him to carve all this down, so that everyone can
admire it, be thrilled and enlightened. But he has no time. He will die of
thirst tonight. His Buddha is before him, smiling, sighing, in his air of
mute a whisper, “Come, come to me!”
He stands up and bumps forward. He reaches the foot of the hill and there,
lying serenely and shimmering, is a miraculous crescent-shaped lake. Around
it is soddy, green grass stirring with the warm breeze as if waving and
welcoming him …
The next morning, the first hammering was heard in Sanwei Mount. A month
later the first cave of Buddha’s sculpture was completed. It multiplied
centuries later into 492 namely today the Dunhuang Caves. | J********i
发帖数: 50662 | 2 毛病。。。要看中文的。。。
earth
a
eats
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 读书时写的，请指正。乐尊是第一个开凿敦煌莫高窟的人。
: Decision-making for Buddha
: It was A. D. 366 in the Sixteen Kingdoms Dynasty. A monk named Yue Zun set out from
: Chang'an for the wild, unknown north-west land. He became the pioneer of
: the Dunhuang District, and laid foundation for the later renowned Dunhuang
: Caves.
: He is walking in the Gobi Desert. The sun is burning and scorching the earth
: as usual. He has been walking for four days.
: In his haversack there is an empty water-bottle, a book of scriptures, and a
: piece of bun as hard as stone. The bun can last three more days, for he eats
| wh
发帖数: 141625 | 3 换换口味嘛，哈哈。
【在 J********i 的大作中提到】
: 毛病。。。要看中文的。。。
:
: earth
: a
: eats
| d**i
发帖数: 9682 | 4 崇拜一下。。。
Dunhuang
earth
and a
eats
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 读书时写的，请指正。乐尊是第一个开凿敦煌莫高窟的人。
: Decision-making for Buddha
: It was A. D. 366 in the Sixteen Kingdoms Dynasty. A monk named Yue Zun set out from
: Chang'an for the wild, unknown north-west land. He became the pioneer of
: the Dunhuang District, and laid foundation for the later renowned Dunhuang
: Caves.
: He is walking in the Gobi Desert. The sun is burning and scorching the earth
: as usual. He has been walking for four days.
: In his haversack there is an empty water-bottle, a book of scriptures, and a
: piece of bun as hard as stone. The bun can last three more days, for he eats
| wh
发帖数: 141625 | 5 哇你居然在这里潜水的啊？
【在 d**i 的大作中提到】
: 崇拜一下。。。
:
: Dunhuang
: earth
: and a
: eats
| l*r
发帖数: 79569 | 6 谢捧场
你不是说没写过小说吗？
不过你这个看起来倒也真不像小说，啊哈哈 | d**i
发帖数: 9682 | 7 从来不来的，是专程来膜拜你的。lol
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 哇你居然在这里潜水的啊？
| w*****n
发帖数: 353 | 8 俺当年本科的毕业论文是关于敦煌曲的，当时看了不少敦煌方面的文献，印象最深的就
是清末时那个不识货的王道士，糟蹋了无数国宝，居然还当自己干了件好事…… | wh
发帖数: 141625 | 9 余秋雨第一本文化苦旅写过这个王道士，哈哈。你是音乐系吗？说说敦煌曲吧。或许可
以当古典征文。我去大英博物馆时就想找敦煌壁画，没找到，说是不公开，需要特别申
请。
【在 w*****n 的大作中提到】
: 俺当年本科的毕业论文是关于敦煌曲的，当时看了不少敦煌方面的文献，印象最深的就
: 是清末时那个不识货的王道士，糟蹋了无数国宝，居然还当自己干了件好事……
| wh
发帖数: 141625 | 10 哈哈哈我没说是捧你场呀。你看你自己都否认了。我应该改个标题叫作文。我写的故事
好像都很抽象说理噢，没有你这样的四肢发达的想象力！哈哈哈。
【在 l*r 的大作中提到】
: 谢捧场
: 你不是说没写过小说吗？
: 不过你这个看起来倒也真不像小说，啊哈哈
| | | wh
发帖数: 141625 | 11 专程来嘲我伊讲……哈哈哈。
【在 d**i 的大作中提到】
: 从来不来的，是专程来膜拜你的。lol
| J*******k
发帖数: 3298 | 12 先顶
out from
earth
a
eats
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 读书时写的，请指正。乐尊是第一个开凿敦煌莫高窟的人。
: Decision-making for Buddha
: It was A. D. 366 in the Sixteen Kingdoms Dynasty. A monk named Yue Zun set out from
: Chang'an for the wild, unknown north-west land. He became the pioneer of
: the Dunhuang District, and laid foundation for the later renowned Dunhuang
: Caves.
: He is walking in the Gobi Desert. The sun is burning and scorching the earth
: as usual. He has been walking for four days.
: In his haversack there is an empty water-bottle, a book of scriptures, and a
: piece of bun as hard as stone. The bun can last three more days, for he eats
| w*****n
发帖数: 353 | 13 呵呵，不是的，我五音不全。
那论文好几年前写的了，具体内容都忘得差不多了，大体上是分析敦煌曲的历史价值和
对后世诗歌的影响，写得比较空泛，就不拿去古典那边献丑了。
大英博物馆里很多馆藏的中国文物都保存得比较小心，因为很多东西一见空气就会损毁
，我们一教授当年去那边想弄点隋唐时期的文献资料的影印本回来研究，也是递交了申
请并且等了很久，办了好多手续才批下来。
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 余秋雨第一本文化苦旅写过这个王道士，哈哈。你是音乐系吗？说说敦煌曲吧。或许可
: 以当古典征文。我去大英博物馆时就想找敦煌壁画，没找到，说是不公开，需要特别申
: 请。
| wh
发帖数: 141625 | 14 那你是做历史的吗？写敦煌曲的论文很专业啊。
嗯，要是临时去的话不能马上批，得提前先预约，挺麻烦的。
【在 w*****n 的大作中提到】
: 呵呵，不是的，我五音不全。
: 那论文好几年前写的了，具体内容都忘得差不多了，大体上是分析敦煌曲的历史价值和
: 对后世诗歌的影响，写得比较空泛，就不拿去古典那边献丑了。
: 大英博物馆里很多馆藏的中国文物都保存得比较小心，因为很多东西一见空气就会损毁
: ，我们一教授当年去那边想弄点隋唐时期的文献资料的影印本回来研究，也是递交了申
: 请并且等了很久，办了好多手续才批下来。
| r********r
发帖数: 11248 | 15 bso english good a ...
out from
earth
a
eats
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 读书时写的，请指正。乐尊是第一个开凿敦煌莫高窟的人。
: Decision-making for Buddha
: It was A. D. 366 in the Sixteen Kingdoms Dynasty. A monk named Yue Zun set out from
: Chang'an for the wild, unknown north-west land. He became the pioneer of
: the Dunhuang District, and laid foundation for the later renowned Dunhuang
: Caves.
: He is walking in the Gobi Desert. The sun is burning and scorching the earth
: as usual. He has been walking for four days.
: In his haversack there is an empty water-bottle, a book of scriptures, and a
: piece of bun as hard as stone. The bun can last three more days, for he eats
| wh
发帖数: 141625 | 16 不好啊，本科时就喜欢堆砌，哈哈。我是感慨以前的文章和现在的如出一辙，bso一根
筋……哈哈哈。
【在 r********r 的大作中提到】
: bso english good a ...
:
: out from
: earth
: a
: eats
| r********r
发帖数: 11248 | 17 这是优点，始终如一，表里一致
【在 wh 的大作中提到】
: 不好啊，本科时就喜欢堆砌，哈哈。我是感慨以前的文章和现在的如出一辙，bso一根
: 筋……哈哈哈。
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