Meet Huishan: Come and go like the wind, follow the circumstances freely, there is no need to be happy, or chasing, or searching, or... walking in the cool autumn wind, occasionally fallen leaves fall, but I don’t feel desolate yet. !
——Walking along the bluestone path, the moss marks are still mottled, and all the past remains as cool as ever in the passing years. The long corridor is curved and the returning wind is light. After passing through the quaint heavy door and the vicissitudes of the old times, you step into the second spring in the world. There is music flowing in the pavilion not far away, and an old man plays "Two Springs Reflect the Moon", which reminds me of the blind man A Bing back then! I wonder what else we can find in the prosperity and desolation of those stories that are drifting away in the depths of time? The spring is no longer the original spring, and there is no clear stream anymore. It is just a place to watch. The breeze is lazy and the clouds are flowing freely. Sit on the bamboo chair, drink a pot of leisurely tea, from strong to light, from warm to cold, and watch the passers-by come and go silently and in a hurry. No one needs to care about whose eyes are desolate. . .
——Encountering Huishan Ancient Temple in the ethereal and distant bells. Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect. Is it true that if you hear the morning bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, you can stay away from the troubles of the world and become pure and free from pursuits? Can I sleep peacefully and peacefully with this Sanskrit music acapella on my pillow? I don't know. Passing through the non-duality gate and passing through the Great Compassion Pavilion, Huishan is faintly lingering in the blur of incense. The "traces of Western Zhu" are clearly distinguishable. Put your hands together, close your eyes and concentrate, as if you can lead all Bodhisattva sentient beings to the water and heaven in an instant. Buddhist country.
Walking back the way you came, is the more than 600-year-old ginkgo tree at the entrance of the temple willing to accompany you to recall the vicissitudes of the past? Why did Qianlong, the passionate emperor who visited the south of the Yangtze River six times, be so attached to this beautiful land and water? What guided him in the dark? The stone tablet personally inscribed by the emperor soars into the sky, watching over the lonely years, accompanied by the gentle breeze and flowing clouds. How much lovesickness is spilled here? How much attachment? Because of this mountain, this water, this time, or the beauty here?
——Jichang Garden: A garden built in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it is completely preserved, with waterside pavilions and singing platforms, carved buildings and painted boats, still the old Jiangnan scenery. The corridors are winding, the bamboo breeze is cool, the academy is small, and the mottled ancient paintings on the walls depict the ink-wash folk houses of Jiangnan water towns, with small bridges and flowing water, and wild boats crossing the water. The ancient pagoda on the top of Xishan Mountain quietly overlooks the water flowing in the canal from ancient times to the present, and sees all the joys and sorrows, the autumn moon and the spring breeze. The flowing water is majestic and the rocks are stacked on top of each other. Whether it is natural or artificial, time will always give it a unique charm. The winding path is twisting and turning, and the calligraphy carved on the stone wall is either elegant or vigorous, seeming to reveal the twists and turns of their own destiny. The ancient trees are scattered among the caves and streams. It seems like you have walked from the past life to the present life in the falling leaves. It is like a big dream in the world, just like the reincarnation of the four seasons. No matter how prosperous it is, it will wither.
The geometry of the human world is gradually changing?
I walked in the morning breeze and left quietly under the sunset. It was destined that we were each other's passers-by and would not have too many interactions. Maybe one day many years from now I will still come, warm a cup of tea in this courtyard with bamboos swaying gently in the breeze, watch the swallows on the beams build their nests with mud in their mouths, and reminisce about the past.
Dali Ancient City: Speaking of Dali, people always think of Jin Yong's "Dragon and the Eight Parts" and the passionate Duan men in the turbulent world. I don’t know whether the passion of the Duan Dynasty infected this city, or whether this passionate city created so many passionate people!
Many people like Dali, many people like its wind, flowers, snow and moon, but I like its Zen heart of clouds and water. I like this pious pure land, as if every cloud and every grass has the wisdom root of Buddha.
Cangshan Erhai: Cangshan has dusk snow, Erhai has a bright moon, and the butterfly spring flows naturally. These are the most beautiful natural scenery, making everyone who walks in here fall in love with it involuntarily, love its simplicity and tranquility, and love its lightness. Mo Qinglan! Walk through the year-round snow, get a jar of sweet and cold spring water, make tea in the gentle breeze of Erhai Lake, and sleep peacefully under the moonlight in the fragrance of books.
The three pagodas of Chengsheng Temple: leaning against Cangshan Mountain and facing Erhai Lake. Similar in shape to the Big and Small Wild Goose Pagodas in Xi'an, it has traveled through the winds of the Tang Dynasty and the Song Dynasty, and walked all the way through the long smoke and sunset of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The three towers stand tall and majestic as ever! Dali, because of Chengsheng Temple, is known as the Land of Miaoxiang Buddha. In history, several Duan emperors gave up their thrones and became monks in Chengsheng Temple. The sentient beings here live in this spiritual mountain and beautiful water, and gradually cultivate the taste and human feelings of the world into good fruits in the lingering sandalwood.
Only when you have Bodhi in your heart can you understand life. The purpose of cultivating Buddha is to cultivate your mind. It is not to escape from the world or avoid dust, but to save yourself and all sentient beings. Looking at the three towers under the blue sky and clear water, it feels like a clear and distant past. The vicissitudes of wind, rain, and vicissitudes are ordinary in the world, and everything is in my heart. Build a relationship in this world, and wish to leave a cool past!
Xizhou Bai folk residences: Xizhou is a paradise located between mountains and rivers. There is the bluest sky, and the clouds seem to be within reach. Xizhou people sow joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in their own courtyards and reap the benefits of the four seasons. Those ancient courtyards, blue bricks and black tiles, as well as the screen walls, doors and windows with exquisite carvings, tell the story of the past in the silent passage of time.
The simple Baizhou people are content with a simple and happy life in the slow time. Look at the calm faces of the old women doing simple work, and look at the smiles on the children's faces, which are particularly shining under the sunlight. I was deeply intoxicated and my eyes were blurred with tears. No matter where I went from now on, I firmly believed that this touch of touch always led me through every moment of my life. Even if I got lost, I would be fished ashore at the ferry!
Dali Ancient City: It is like spring all year round. The soft wind carries colorful clouds floating in the sky above the city. The warm sunshine shines all year round. Every street is filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the clear air flows everywhere. Ling's stream. When walking in this city, I always cannot bear to live up to the gift of time. The wind and frost of many generations are all over the carved window lattice, hanging on the eaves of Qingdai, flowing through the gaps between my fingers in this affectionate land. I suddenly thought that I would exchange the remaining fleeting years for your rain, dew, morning and dusk, and mist and sunset. In this city full of memories, I would slowly nostalgize with the eternal time. I would soak these ordinary days in a tea cup and trace them on the doors and windows. On top, make it into tie-dye. Forget all the chaos of the past, and guard this time to concentrate on life.