Oh, Fan Jingshan! It is Fan Jing, located at the junction of Guizhou, Hunan, Chongqing and Hubei provinces. It was famous in the world as early as the Han Dynasty. It has the titles of Sangu, Chen Shan, Jones Mountain, Moon Mirror Mountain and Zhuoshan. It is the golden roof of Xia Guangwan's Taoist cage and a famous monk in Sichuan. The saints gather. Purple thousands of feet shines on Yumen, and the soil is as bright as Fan Jingyu. The poems of Bai Fan, a famous calligrapher, have spread in three realms and six clean tides. Fan Jing, the peak in the south of China, is honored to sing!
In a blooming season, on an early morning with an oblique wind and drizzle, I dreamed of spring, climbed the stone steps by the Heiwan River at the foot of Fanjing Mountain, and began to drill into the dense fog and dense clouds in Sanskrit.
As soon as I set foot on the fish pond, wisps of fog slipped out of the Woods in a hurry, stirring the sound of the mountain stream, sometimes like thunder, sometimes as light as swallow. Just like playing the music of youth for me, playing silk for me.
Walking through the green stone steps in the mountains, my thoughts danced around Fan Jing's waist with the rhythm of youth. The diffuse white fog, like a sheep walking on the top of the mountain, like a dragon cruising in the mountains, like a graceful female model standing on the T-shaped platform.
Back to Xiangping, I crossed Chengen Temple and just set foot on the mountain paved with stone slabs. A milky fog wave came to my face and my eyes were blurred. I can only vaguely see the road ahead of Xu Mi. I trudged forward less than 20 meters, and suddenly a cold wind hit me, and the raindrops were as big as soybeans, which was almost staggering. Two minutes later, the fog cleared and the rain stopped. The new golden dome on the left comes into view first. The gray-black Sakyamuni Temple and Maitreya Temple are angular under the clear blue sky. At an altitude of 293.4 meters, it is really like a jade bamboo shoot in the sky, which is amazing.
I want to conquer new projects with my head held high. Running from the foot of the mountain to Lingguan Rock halfway up the mountain, the adventure began. I struggled to climb Brahma with my hands tied to the stone nest. I was frightened by the predicament hanging on the cliff. The warm fog immediately rose, filled the abyss behind me, and kept me climbing. Climbing the highest chest-high stone in the sky, I have seen the Guanyin Cave hanging in the stone house, squeezed into the Golden Knife Gorge in the mist of Yun Fei, drank the calm water once left for Sakyamuni and Maitreya, and then walked up the stone steps like a ladder. Finally, I stood on the gold necklace wrapped in clouds, proudly standing on the temples and temples built with gypsum during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, offering sacrifices to Sakyamuni Buddha and Maitreya Buddha respectively.
Fan Jingshan in the sun
I am at the top of the sky! Is this the roaring dragon that people often miss? Is it really that Xiao Tianlong has vanished in Wuling 10 billion years, but he is reluctant to leave because he can't understand Buddhism and wonderful Zen in a vacuum, despite the deep mountains and gorges and raging winds? After the clouds cleared, I wonder if Xiao Tianlong could remember the quarrel between Sakyamuni and his disciple Maitreya in order to set up a Dojo here, and the expression of Buddha splitting the mountain into two peaks with a golden knife. No matter where the clouds gather, Xiao Tianlong said nothing, only immersed in the taste of the eternal sky. Only the real Buddha Sakyamuni and the future Buddha Maitreya, left and right, knocked on the wooden fish and parted ways. The ethereal Sanskrit will always be accompanied by the vast sky, the stone platform for telling things and the stone platform for drying scriptures.
The Tiansheng Bridge connected with the second floor roof flies in the air, just like Changhong. According to legend, this is a Fairy Bridge made of Tie Guai Li's iron cane as an arch and the remaining stones in Goddess of Mending Heaven. The continuation and development of life can not be separated from the bridge of wisdom flying in the sky of the soul. By measuring other people's self-esteem, tolerance, discipline, charity, meditation, simplicity, greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, prejudice and suspicion, I know that I want to be an iron fairy, which may be the original intention of the iron fairy and Nu Wa to build this bridge. When fog fills the air, make up the fairy bridge. It is such a steep landscape, such a magical legend, and a distant and wonderful wisdom arises spontaneously. It can be said that the world will meet and the world will become immortal.
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and you can see everything in a glance: thousands of books, layered with wonderful mushroom stones, lifelike Taizi Stone, and the winding Phoenix Mountain in the vault, which is 800 miles long. Looking around, Chongqing, Hubei, Hunan and Guizhou have a panoramic view. I can't help but sing:
What about Sanskrit? Yunnan, Guizhou and Qingdao are outstanding. The magical nature brings together the boundless waters of Qian Shan in the south and the dusk separation in the north. Cai Yun Ravi? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
The situation is unpredictable. A cloud as thick as milk suddenly fell from the sky and fell into a deep valley. The sound of the flood burst its banks was shocking, which set off surging white waves in the mountains and soon flooded all the mountains. The sea of clouds is pure as snow. Gradually, Mount Qingfeng began to appear, as if light waves were stroking the island, and its scenery was like a painting that was taken empty by stormy waves. This magnificent waterfall cloud is like the amazing stunt that nature has shown me.
There was a ringing bell in the white clouds wrapped in gauze. I looked for fame, and a red sun hung on the ancient jinding pavilion in the fog, with a golden halo, gorgeous and magical. The whole golden dome is iron blue, like Maitreya, always smiling, with a big belly, lying leisurely in a blue mist. A quarter of an hour later, everything was complicated, and all the grievances were hidden in the silver-gray fog in my mind.
Got it! In a flash, I seemed to realize the vacuum magic that Xiao Tianlong had been unable to understand. Being in a foggy sea, the sky is empty, and all human toxins such as vanity, prejudice and greed no longer exist. This is a vacuum. If anyone is still hindered by ignorance such as greed, then he must be blinded by prejudice, hypocrisy and treachery, and the light of Prajna will be obscured by fog, and wisdom will not appear. He will lose his way and be swallowed up by troubles and pains. When the fog clears, the truth, goodness and beauty of nature are revealed in front of us, and purified people can open their arms and embrace the pearl of life. How beautiful. Only by letting go of all obstacles that hinder mental development can people truly and freely create and give full play to the potential endowed by life. The gathering and dispersion of fog shows that human nature has moved from the overflow of toxins to the freedom and growth of the soul, and the true meaning of vacuum and wonderful existence has been fully interpreted.
Fog is the temperament of Fan Jing and the spirit of Fan Jing. Mountains are mysterious because of fog, and there are many kinds of customs because of fog. Thousands of years of lightning, hundreds of millions of years of wind and frost, green branches have condensed into brown statues. The fog in Fan Jing still maintains its charming charm and broad mind, like a charming picture scroll, extending to the horizon. At sunrise, a life is growing; At sunset, a life is gestating. Appreciate the endless vicissitudes of the foggy world, but there is no desolation and desolation. Have a plenty of surging passion, broad mind and exuberant vitality.
Fan Jingshan, my spirit and soul bathe and baptize here. I'm glad you're here. Fan Jingshan's fog, can I walk down the 8,000-level ladder with your holiness, enthusiasm, agility and tolerance, towards the distant? (Shi Tianqi)
Editor: Defoe