According to the location of the mountain, the angle of reading it is different. In the hearts of a thousand people, there will probably be a thousand ten thousand Buddha mountains. The Wanfo Mountain in my heart is full of Zen meaning, which can be called Zen Mountain.
Walking flatly, the cloud is beside me and begins to move flatly. I didn't notice whether the fog came down from the foot of the mountain or turned over from the distant sky. If the cloud follows me all the way up the mountain, it should be wrapped in the smoke of people at the foot of the mountain; If the clouds are quietly swinging from high places and far away, it is very likely that there are gods driving away the clouds.
There is fog nearby, thin, and there is no rain on the mountain road. Fog is a kind of rain, which wets the hair and clothes. There are clouds in the distance, thick and vast sea of clouds, and thousands of peaks and mountains have appeared in the sea of clouds. My vision, suddenly wet.
Clouds are undulating and surging, lingering with mountains and valleys. When the clouds fall, the peaks rise, while in Yun Qi, everything is drowned in the sound of the waves. It's the sea, isn't it? That mountain, which we call "South Sea Turtle", lurks in Wanfo Mountain and is elusive. When we saw it, the sea was deep and we didn't know where it was.
Then, I seem to really hear the waves of the sea. Being in the fog, I feel that the plank road is like a water dragon, swimming silently to the heights and depths of the mountain, while I am an insignificant fish, swaying quietly in the darkness of rocks and vegetation.
If you can't lift the fog curtain, you can't see clearly the appearance of "Ten Lotus Sleeping Buddha", but in a flash, it seems as if a lamp is lit up in your heart, and a lotus flower pops open, cool, slowly falling and gently rippling, and the Buddha is lying on the lotus, with serene eyes. There is sparkling, overflowing from the heart and merging into the vastness of Wanfoshan. There are thousands of peaks and valleys floating in the sea of clouds, one peak and one Buddha. If you think so, Pilgrimage of Ten Thousand Buddhas will come to life. Who is chanting, Yun Tao or the wind?
Clouds are gathered and scattered by the wind. With the wind, the clouds slowly dispersed. Sunlight overflowed from the edge of the cloud, dyed with "halo" and inlaid with "color". In Wanfo Mountain, I call this Buddha's Light. Everything in the Buddha, bathed in the light of Buddha, is very vivid. Twinkling on the branches is a piece of sunshine; The grass leaves are bright and dark, and all of them are dewdrops.
At this time, those invisible mountain streams, I want to compare the audible ding-dong song to the sound of scripture. The visible stream is a small white snake, sometimes showing part of its body and sometimes covered with grass. Insects hidden in flowers and plants, especially clear and pure, fall on my heart like green poems. I don't know if this is a classic, but at least they are gobbledygook.
Only the crow of birds suddenly dropped a string on my head and turned it sweetly. I seem to have just woken up. It turns out that Wanfo Mountain can be so quiet and so far away. The shadow of the bird, just in front of us, disappeared.
The wind blew away, the clouds dispersed, and the walls of ten thousand buddhas became clear. This barren red cliff is full of stories of Buddha and Buddha, hanging in front of our eyes like a cloud. I feel that this red color is made of sunshine, and some of it, I don't know how many years ago. I have a feeling that this cliff is full of vicissitudes. The wind blowing on the face is the New Year, and the wind blowing on Chibi is similar to the old year. It seems that Wanfo Mountain has been here all the time. Is it the blowing wind and the running water hidden in the depths of the years that compose a song "Red Cliff Fu"? Buddha, hidden between the lines, is looming. Let's look for it. We just found it. In the blink of an eye, it seems to be gone.
Sometimes I feel that the visible Buddha is actually just the shadow of the Buddha. Buddha should be everywhere, for example, there will be a Buddha living in an old tree. The roots of old trees are the earth, and the branches are rivers. Many lost things will remain in the memory of the tree. If you are destined to enter the world of an old tree, you may find that an old tree has a broad heart. There will be a Buddha smiling in the dream of the old tree. At that time, there was also a Wanfo Mountain hidden in the Buddha's heart.
Some old trees, perhaps shaken from the wall of ten thousand buddhas, are Buddha trees. There are some fallen leaves on the mountain road. When footsteps disturb the fallen leaves, some stones appear, and some moss grows on the stones, just like a wet time. Some old vines are wrapped around everything that can be wrapped, including dead branches, and new buds are sprouting on the vines. They, alone, walked the road you walked. People with a heart will bend down to listen to the rustle of old vines, which are marked with the secret of time. Are the years on the mountain really longer than those under the mountain?
It is said that the years in the mountains are long because there are immortals in the mountains? The cave where immortals live is called Immortal Residence. Many times I will be silly to think, do immortals like living in the mountains because they are far away from human fireworks? Or because the mountains are high and the sky is close, it is convenient to walk freely in the sky? Or is it that the vegetation is deep and there are many clouds, and the home is easily surrounded by fairy dust? Immortals are in the middle, using ready-made things, such as ready-made stone beds, stone tables and chairs, and ready-made stone utensils. Most caves are very humid. I don't know why immortals love to live, but since they are immortals, it doesn't matter if they are wet. How can mortals know about immortals?
The story I heard the most since I was a child is that the woodcutter in the mountain watched the gods play chess. The immortal got up and left after playing a game. When the woodcutter turned around, he found that the axe was rotten. When he returned to the foot of the mountain, things had changed and many years had passed. This makes me feel that time follows the gods, and where the gods are, time will slow down. When the immortal is away, the time in the mountains is the same as that in the mountains, and a day is also 24 hours. The so-called "years in the mountains are long" is just a feeling.
Nowadays, wherever people go, there is only the "Wizard of Oz". Did we disturb the gods? Once the immortal's residence is disturbed by mortals, it may be moved away. Now the immortal should live in seclusion in the depths of the mountains, right? For example, in Wanfo Mountain, immortals may live in the 36th bend. These 36 bends are a combination of canyons, peaks and original secondary forests. The ancient trees are towering, Gu Teng climbs, and the corners are connected. There is a bend in the bend, and nine bends are circuitous.
Perhaps only the immortals will build the road into such twists and turns. Anyway, Xianjia has plenty of time to walk slowly and enjoy it year after year. The road in our village is always horizontal and vertical, with few twists and turns. Life is only a hundred years, and no one wants to waste too much time on the road. There is also the "natural bridge of magpies", which can't be built by magpies and birds. Only the ingenuity of the gods can be carved. This "bridge", for us, can only look up and marvel. If this place is not the territory of the fairy family, whose territory can it be?
Or Taoist territory? The Taoist priest in my imagination lives a hard and simple life, just like a fairy. Walking like a gust of wind, sitting like a stone. They live in ancient poetry all the year round, sometimes collecting herbs in Yun Shenchu, and sometimes looking at Yun Qi from a height. Just, if the heart is empty, how does the cloud fall, and what about Yun Qi. Flowers bloom, grass grows older, flowers bloom, grass grows older. In spring, butterflies are dancing among wild flowers, and they still look like many years ago.
The moon bend is still like many years ago. When I first heard the name "Moon Bend", I thought it was a "bay", with a pool of clear water moored in the mountains, like a bright moon, and even a feeling of water in my heart. It is clear that this is a typical Danxia bedding cliff trough, named after it looks like a crescent moon. It is said that it is a natural geological museum, which vividly shows the changing process of geology and geomorphology. If you read "The Moon Bend" intensively, you may be able to understand its "vicissitudes".
Because of the "sea", the word "bend" returned to the "bay" in my imagination. Perhaps many, many years ago, this was a corner of the sea, seagulls were flying, fish were swimming, and the sky and clouds were wandering. Now the water is long gone, and only Danxia is still "dense". The stone is still weathering, "riddled with holes" here and "riddled with holes" there. This "riddled with holes" fully shows the charm of time. I am deeply impressed by the power of time. What can stand the polishing of time? What hard days, in front of time, have become sheep flying in the wind.
It's time to bend the moon now. What will this moon bend look like after many years? I don't know, and I can't remember. Why don't I leave the questions and answers to time? Now, I just want to bend the moon and hold it in my arms as a crescent moon.
In the nostalgic era, there was China Isoetes. Isoetes sinensis is an endangered plant, a national first-class protected plant, and the only survivor of Isoetes. Naturally, Isoetes is a rare species, but it is not rare in Wanfo Mountain. We can often see its green figure, like slender rain, which is continuous, repairing one piece of wet soil after another. Bright and soft, there is no memory of vicissitudes in the veins of Isoetes.
Vicissitudes, ten thousand Buddhist temples. The Wanfo Temple, once filled with incense, is now just a site. Can this broken wall, broken tiles and broken bricks restore the style of the year? The 36 temples and 72 temples in Wanfoshan have been hidden by time. Footsteps are near, far, far, near. Time is still leisurely. A wish hanging on the wishing tree is busy in the wind. What should I wish for?
Those who climbed to the top of the mountain began to go down, while those below were still climbing up. Many people are in a hurry. Suddenly I feel that if there is no dust in my heart, there is no need to make a wish. If there is no dust in the heart, the world is empty and the mountains are empty. There will be enough space in my heart to accommodate the breeze, the bright moon and the birds.
People who are in a hurry will notice that the clear spring flowing on the stone is still as clear as moonlight. If you touch it with your fingers, there will be a cool smell lingering in your heart; People who are in a hurry, how many people will squat in a remote corner and watch a small mountain flower and see how the petals dance; Those who are in a hurry, who wants to stay, weave a shiny dress with moonlight or waterfalls, put it on their bodies, knock on the gate of Wanfoshan in the dusk, and tap the ethereal spirit of Buddhism?
Looking from a distance, beyond the mountains and peaks, the peaks are like Buddha, or like a mountain; Look closely, in a certain "Danxia", the Buddha's light is overflowing, the Buddha's gestures, the Buddha's voice and face are coming. Looking up again, the clouds in the sky gathered in the shape of Buddha and landed on the green hills.
Wanfoshan is a Zen book. Close it and open it, and it will be an antique scroll, and the Zen will curl.
At first glance, mountains are mountains and buddhas are buddhas; Look again, the mountain is not a mountain, the Buddha is still a Buddha; Look, Wanfo Mountain is a Buddha. When the bird came back, I couldn't tell whether the Buddha was in the mountains or outside.
The clouds in the mountains began to transpiration again. If the cloud also has a hometown, at this moment, the hometown of the cloud should be in Wanfoshan. But I remembered the foot of Wanfo Mountain, and the warmth seemed to be some kind of distant smoke.
Mo Wen Zen between Wanfoshan. Zen, with a bang, scattered one slope after another.