Hexiyin

On the night when Chang'an fell into the city, 62-year-old Dr. Shen Changgeng of the Imperial College made a decision—— Thirty volumes of scripture weigh forty kilograms. He put it on his shoulders, took a student, a guard, and a painter, and walked out of the west gate. Some say he is crazy. In troubled times, food is more valuable than books, and survival is more important than anything else. But he came through. From Chang'an to Dunhuang, it's 3,700 miles. I climbed over the Qishan Mountains, waded through the Qiang land, was blocked by wind and snow on the Wushaoling Mountains, and picked up a monk who was about to die of thirst in the Gobi Desert. On the way, someone changed the hemp rope for him, someone blocked the knife for him, and someone put the last morsel of dry food into his arms. Thirty volumes of books, not a single one was lost. But what he didn't know was that a thousand years later, someone in a museum in London saw eight crooked characters on the back of one of the volumes through a glass cabinet. That was written by a child. Her name is Xiao Qiao. The calligraphy was taught by Master Shen.