The best time for Dunhuang tourism

Dunhuang is an important stronghold for the ancient Central Plains dynasty to contact with the western countries. It is also a hub for the exchange of eastern and western civilizations. Many ancient buildings and cultural heritages have been perfectly passed down and won the respect of future generations. This is the best time to share Dunhuang tourism.

When is the best time to travel to Dunhuang?

May to 10 is the best season every year.

May-10 is usually the peak season of Dunhuang tourism, so tourists are advised to avoid Golden Week holidays or public holidays as much as possible.

I suggest you spend 2-3 days playing, and you can basically visit all the important scenic spots in Dunhuang.

Dunhuang belongs to Jiuquan City, Gansu Province, and is located at the westernmost end of Hexi Corridor, where Gansu, Qinghai and Xinjiang provinces meet. Gansu is one of the birthplaces of Chinese civilization, and Dunhuang, as an important node city of the Silk Road, has naturally witnessed the migration and integration of the Chinese nation for thousands of years. I want to worship Dunhuang, mainly to worship the Mogao Grottoes.

Mogao Grottoes is located 25 kilometers southeast of Dunhuang City, on the cliff at the eastern foot of Mingsha Mountain. From Dunhuang to the southeast, through the crescent spring, and continue to the south, you can see Sanwei Mountain in the distance.

Walking to the front, you can see that the opposite of the three-dimensional mountain is Mingsha Mountain, which embraces the Mogao Grottoes. Mogao Grottoes, Mogao Grottoes with a thousand dreams. For thousands of years, many skilled craftsmen have gone forward bravely, rooted in the depths of this desert, and waved pen and ink, waving different times.

As early as thousands of miles away in Mogao, the tide is surging. When faced with the solemn face polished by the wind and sand for thousands of years, silently at the foot of Buddha and Bodhisattva, the shock is not enough to describe the heart load of pounding with excitement, and it is natural to cry.

This is a place where people don't want to move evil thoughts. Everything around is so harmonious and peaceful, accepting the touch of different times. One day, the body that had been sleeping for thousands of years was awakened by a ruined Taoist priest with dull eyes.

The body stationed in the frontier is still healthy, and the head-up eyes are still kind, but the timing of waking up is wrong. It is too shameful to wake up. Her Eucharist does not deserve such humiliation. Dunhuang cried, and the Mogao Grottoes in the 20th century touched the world, just like the blood and tears shed by King Khotan.

Looking up at the nine-story castle, after thousands of years of sand polishing, I still face the comings and goings of all sentient beings deeply and calmly, without a trace of nostalgia, and continue to bear the burden of humiliation.

In the face of the thousand-year-old memory can be completely preserved, tourists can't help crying, but their faces are covered with dust but they smile clearly. There is no more perfect moment, galloping on the ancient road of history, looking at the places where our ancestors lived and their voices and faces today. The original starting point is so simple and simple.

We are all ordinary people. We don't have Le _ monk's insight into all kinds of golden lights, and we don't have a master painter to describe the world in our eyes. We only have a pure heart and pursue truth, goodness and beauty with us.

Looking around the cave and the ceiling, there are pictures of Buddha statues, flying, geisha music, fairies, naked women and so on everywhere. There are Buddhist story paintings, classic paintings, Buddhist historical paintings, miraculous paintings, portraits of patrons, and various exquisite decorative patterns.

We constantly admire the magical creativity of our ancestors, and we are moved by visual shocks again and again, and we can't believe our eyes. We love the world selflessly like cutting meat for the bodies of pigeons, and the brilliant silhouette of ancient art in China is just that.

When it comes to the origin of Mogao Grottoes, you have to mention Master Le Zun. In 366 AD, Master Le Zun passed by Dunhuang, and this rich and friendly western region kept him. The horseshoe camel bells on the Silk Road sounded the dawn of hope. By chance, the passing monk was lucky enough to see the Buddha's light in the Mogao Grottoes, and all this was rooted in this epoch-making and unique historical narrative way.

In this tolerant and sincere land, everyone from noble gentry to ordinary musicians calls himself a disciple. Anyone who believes that this sky is the soul of the gods will contribute his meager strength to create an unprecedented feast of murals and sculptures in the world.

After the Sixteen Kingdoms, the Northern Dynasties, the Sui Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty, the Five Dynasties, the Xixia Dynasty and the Yuan Dynasty, although it was invaded by nature and destroyed by man in the long years, there were still more than 490 caves on the upper wall of Mingsha Mountain, which was three miles long, and was covered with colorful Buddha statues and murals with Buddhist stories as the theme. It is said that if one side is connected, it can be arranged into a corridor more than 50 miles long.

The outside world's evaluation of the Mogao Grottoes is: "Seeing the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang is equivalent to seeing the ancient civilizations of the world." Dunhuang, as the gateway of the motherland to the west in history, has always maintained an inclusive attitude. Although the government closed its doors to the outside world during the Ming Dynasty and cut off foreign exchanges, the exchange of courtesy among the people never stopped, and it was not reopened until the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty, and immigrants from 54 counties in Longyou were encouraged to expand their manpower, and Buddhist shrines continued to burn incense.

"The desert is lonely, and the long river sets the yen", but anyone who sets foot in Dunhuang can't help falling into this endless world beyond the Great Wall, as if all the original joys and sorrows are no longer suppressed, and it is time to release the secular shackles that have accumulated for too long.

Seeing the flying fairy playing pipa in Dunhuang Square, my mood instantly drifted to the Silk Road thousands of years ago. "The clothes are flying and the walls are full of wind", unloading all the troubles and pains on the road of chasing dreams or fame and fortune, leaving only a sincere heart to bow down before the Buddha.

I really admire San Mao's generous and free-spirited personality. A man who felt spiritual instructions across the Sahara calmly asked half of his life leaves to fall on the magical Sun Moon Lake, and the other half to be exiled on Mingsha Mountain next to the Crescent Spring in Dunhuang.

Choose to blend into the desert. As the poet said, man is a grain of sand and a drop of water in the universe. In the face of the gravel that witnessed the thousand-year historical evolution and dynasty change, the individual is really small as a grain of dust in the vast sea of smoke, and there is no need to give up.

While feasting your eyes, you will inevitably touch the wounds that make people in China and even the world feel sad. "Dunhuang scholars are also sad in the academic history of China." Mr. Chen Yinque's words made everyone in China feel sad. The treasure house of history and culture that existed for thousands of years was not buried by the wind and sand, but it suffered great humiliation nearly a hundred years ago. It was cheated, robbed and destroyed, and our culture was hurt too deeply. In that turbulent era, due to the inability of China people to protect it, it was taken away by outsiders with such inferior means and kept in foreign museums, so that in the 20th century, "Dunhuang was in China and Dunhuang studies were abroad".

We can't see how much damage Dunhuang has suffered in history, but judging from the shameful figures in the materials and the China cultural relics placed in foreign museums, we have to bow our heads and reflect sadly. It is painful to be powerless, because the fate of the times has left the country at home and abroad, and people live in fear. No one believes that this civilized century can be full of warmth, and that belief no longer exists. As Mr. Yu Qiu said, if he had been born a hundred years earlier, he would have met with Stein, pelliot and others.

But after killing one Stein and one Boscio, who can tell how many western explorers will come to China to "inspect cultural relics"? When foreigners put a gun to the head of China people and said, "Are you going to race with my bullets?" At that time, when archaeologists shook hands with Taoist Wang with chemical glue, "Long live our pure friendship", when county magistrates, prefects and adults waved their hands to "handle it by themselves".

It makes sense that we see beautiful thousand-character murals in other people's museums. On the contrary, those seized cultural relics were better protected in that turbulent war years. Many years later, we can say that culture and civilization have no borders.

Walking in the vast desert, following the faint camel shadow, "the sky is gray, the loess is yellow, and Dunhuang is a thousand-year dream", it is difficult to express your feelings. It is difficult to look at the events that happened a hundred years ago with a modern eye. Why didn't the people resist? Why didn't the government pay attention to it? Why was the country weak and bullied? There were too many uncomfortable things. After all, people with a little knowledge should know that the history of China has its own track, not as simple as telling stories.

Lonely smoke in the desert has witnessed the vicissitudes of a hundred generations, and the camel shadow is ethereal, reflecting the sunset. Even though Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes have been brutally destroyed, they still fear her strength and forbearance, and still stand indomitable in the northwest of the motherland. Fortunately, the integrity of the Chinese nation has always been upward, and there are always strong and determined people standing in front of the injured body.

From Zhang Daqian, Chang Shuhong and Duan to Fan Jinshi, the daughter of Dunhuang, the humiliated Mogao Grottoes were saved by the Chinese people. When Huangsha fought for years and imperialist explorers were about to destroy these splendid caves together, a group of Chinese sons and daughters with warm blood and people with lofty ideals stepped forward. They resolutely came to the dead desert Jedi to save, protect, study and carry forward Dunhuang culture with their blood and lives, so that the Mogao Grottoes can regain their glory. Due to the awakening of the big dream and the rebirth of the Millennium, the preserved murals and sculptures are now flying in front of our eyes.

Today, Dunhuang is a tourist attraction, and people who come from places not far away from thousands of miles just want to see the true face of the Buddha and find back the long-lost awe. Perhaps many years later, the plight of Dunhuang no longer makes China people feel extremely miserable, which is also a manifestation of Dunhuang's tolerance and forgiveness. Dunhuang has absorbed the cultures of all nationalities in the world for thousands of years, and now it is a blessing to spread to all parts of the world. As the Great Dunhuang said, no one can really own the Jin Zang Jing, which belongs to the wealth of the world.

In this flying hometown, I dreamed of the Loulan Crescent Moon, looked at the three dangers in the distance singing sand, grazing the west wind alone, drinking the desolation, breaking through the sunset of Yumen, listening to the farewell song of the ancient road and saying: I am the Great Dunhuang!

Waiting for dawn alone, making up my mind that one day, I will worship Dunhuang again.