A long and long song in Middle Asia in the Middle Ages, resounding through the past, the present and the east

Matt 2022-08-09 20:20:35

Ibn Sina, a beacon in the middle of the wasteland of the medieval world

I was full of tears and watched the movie "The Doctor".

This is a long, sweaty song of a troubadour who spent a long night in the Middle Ages. It takes the perspective of a Christian in the Medieval West who is slowly looking at the dawn of the distant and distant, Ibn, a Muslim in the center of civilization in the Middle-earth world (the center of Eurasia, Central Asia). Sina, this great doctor, scholar and teacher, as a relayer and setter, passed down the classical civilization of the world for more than a thousand years, and surpassed the brave warriors of the nomadic warriors in the Eurasian steppes. The undaunted spirit of truth, as well as the tireless and elegant cultural temperament and human dignity, have been passed down to the Renaissance and the scientific revolution...

Personally, I have always had a sense of intimacy and respect for the cultural and spiritual heritage of the Muslim world, and Mr. Ibn Sina accounted for half of the reason.

During the epidemic, when the movie ends, the ending song is not over. Sitting on the sofa at home, I have returned to my first journey on the ancient Silk Road a few years ago, starting from Chang'an, Liangzhou, Zhangye, Dunhuang, Jiaohe Ancient City, Xiata Ancient Road, Yili River; no, I seem to be crossing When we arrived, Samarkand, Bukhara, and Isfahan, an Eastern Confucian doctor, along with Christian travel doctors from the West, worshipped Ibn Sina’s door.

From the Middle Ages, this long song resounds through the past and the present, reverberating things.

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