Dunhuang Feitian

When camel bells in the Western Regions woke up the morning light of Mogao Grottoes, painters used ochre and gold foil to write the movement of the sky on the dome of the cave-the flying sky of the pipa stretched the flowing clouds and broad sleeves, the pipa strings shook the stars, and the streamers rolled up the lonely desert smoke. They are musical symbols solidified in Buddhist scriptures. They have spent 1600 years practicing flying on murals: one foot breaks through the void, the half of the body hides in the lotus, and even the folds of their clothes contain the lost Huxuan Dance code on the Silk Road. Inject this strand of oriental music that travels through time and space into the pages of the book, and let the rosy clouds and Sanskrit sound of Dunhuang turn into a spiritual totem that will never fade at your fingertips.