Poetry of Small Wild Goose Pagoda

Ancient Pagoda

Author Wei Changlin

The ancient pagoda looks like an old man sitting here

motionless for thousands of years

< p> There is a long queue of people waiting to climb

Like a woolen scarf woven by children

As winter passes and spring comes

Accompanied by the golden wintersweet

The green bamboo forest

and the hunched old locust tree

Winter comes and summer comes

What changes is the years< /p>

What remains unchanged is compassion and calmness

And a heart of pity for the child

Staying here

means sticking to a home

When the wanderer returns

There is a place to stay

Thinking under the ancient pagoda

You can temporarily escape the noise, struggle and troubles of the world

As long as there is spiritual sustenance and a sense of belonging

There will be new hope in life

The setting sun brings five-color dyes

The stars and the moon are The pearls and gems on the top of the pagoda

Under the light of the lights

The ancient pagoda turned into a golden Bodhisattva standing tall on the sky