Today, when I was climbing Su Xianling in Chenzhou, a slight south wind blew through the pine forest, and it was refreshing. On the mountainside, a few d
Today, when I was climbing Su Xianling in Chenzhou, a slight south wind blew through the pine forest, and it was refreshing. On the mountainside, a few drops of rain suddenly fell, and stopped abruptly before the ground was wet. After the long summer, the roadside is overgrown with shrubs, lush vegetation and shady trees. The trees are covered with green fruits, but there are no flowers in early spring. I feel a little lonely climbing alone on the mountain road. The Iraqi people are far away from the mountains. Does she walk in the Woods, too? Perhaps, facing the drawing board, she fell in love with the mountain and the line drawing! The breeze gently blew up her flowing strands of hair.
Boundless reverie, thoughts are still drifting in the distance, I don't know that I have reached the top of the mountain. The Buddha wall is dark red, and a thousand-year-old temple is in front of us. This is the legendary place where Su Xianfei lived. Sandalwood vaguely scattered through the temple and cigarettes curled up. Did a few drops of light rain drive away the vendors who paid a few odd stalls in front of the temple but didn't sell them? I also want to burn a incense in the temple and pray that everything will be fine and Su Xian will be kind to Iraqis. Suddenly, I saw several spread-out rooms next to them, and two young monks in round cloth shoes were cleaning. This used to be the prison of the Zhang family and the little six sons. Su Xian still can't sympathize with this century-old relationship. Why did I order these three incense sticks? She may just be a kind-hearted little sister next door, and the people have placed too much hope on her. Even if she becomes an immortal, she will be very tired.
I stood in the temple gallery and looked at the blessed city at the foot of the mountain. The sky is gloomy, and the whole city is shrouded in smoke and hazy. A bird flew in front of my eyes and circled among the ancient pagodas beside the temple. I stared at it and thought it would live in the stupa, but it suddenly jumped out of the branches and leaves, fell straight into the mountain stream and disappeared into the distant mountains. Is it a fairy to the bird on the Iraqi screen? It flew from a hundred miles away, bathed in fairy dust and flew back to Iraq. However, my heavy body can no longer become a bird and walk with it! Su Xian can hardly realize my wish.
The mountain stream is damp, and gradually I feel a little cold. At this moment, I should go home.
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