Dunhuang pipa

When the moonlight in Cave 112 of the Mogao Grottoes permeated the murals of the Tang Dynasty, the pipa at the flying fingertips suddenly awakened-as the four strings trembled, the lapis lazuli rippled, and cinnabar sound waves wrapped in camel bells and Sanskrit sound broke out of the wall. This rebound pipa has the wood bones and silk of Populus euphratica as its soul. The string is filled with the secret words of the Qiuci musician: one pick stirs the sandstorms of the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, and one twist picks out the unsettled peonies in Chang 'an City. Clip this solidified oriental harp into the pages of the book, and let the swan song lost on the Silk Road continue at your fingertips the uncompleted music of thousands of years ago.